it's the funniest thing.
i don't know why i thought for a second the human race would prevail over my previous beliefs and stereotypes.
every single one of them is the same.
it's the same routine, every time.
they try and get all close to me, get me to let down my wall, and then after a few months—if they have the persistence to get that far, sometimes they give up—i decide to let them in.
it's comforting at first; thinking i've found someone i can hold on to.
and then they use me, twist me, manipulate me.
they get what they want, sucking it all out of me, until they've got what they desired.
and then i'm alone.
