i’m too proud
to love.
trust no bitch.
thanks shitheads.
i have trust issues now.
earn it, don’t expect it.
and the things you learn never surprise the teacher.
i’ve come to accept that i’m a hopeless romantic.
you realize then deny over and over, until it just sinks in.
the event that settled this fact in my mind?
i was about to, again, utter the phrase: i just want a good guy.
to think i was gonna stay away from romance until i was for sure i’d found a ‘nice guy’. but then i realized that i’ve said and thought this before, and i don’t stick to it. at all.
so it’s whatever.
fall, get crushed, pick myself up. repeat.
