i used to question people. why do they always leave me? why am i not enough for them? why does it seem so easy for them let me go? why they can’t be with me? and why do they always inflict pain in me. now, i finally know the answer. it’s because of me. it’s because i always push people away. it’s because i’m fucking scared of attachments that it leads me to shut everyone. i became selfish and i let my own world revolve around me. it’s funny that my so called self love is also ruining me. are you now happy now, self? when will you realize that it’s not always about you?
— you’re damaged, but it doesn’t mean they need to suffer too.
Everyone you meet always asks if you have a career, are married or own a house; as if life was some kind of grocery list. But nobody ever asks if you are happy.
