…I wouldn’t go as far as considering my past personal experiences as abandonment issues. More like traumatizing moments of separation anxiety. As a result, I fall in love with people and groups of friends really fast, but once I realize it, I pull away before they do. I transform into this quiet, passive-aggressive kid who expects to be asked about what’s wrong, but when the time comes, I can only reply with, “I don’t know…” I hide behind silence. The truth is that putting myself through solitary confinement probably destroys my heart more than it preserves it. The truth is that I don’t have words to describe the darkness in my mind, the emptiness of my soul, and the void in my heart. The truth is that I am an addict when it comes to falling in love, but a mindless, selfish coward who has no idea of how to stay in love.
To anyone whom I’ve left behind in the course of my stupid personal habits: I’m truly sorry.
Lord, have mercy.
