Talking to myself is something I guess. Better than nothing.

I just wish I knew why it was wrong to want loved ones? I know it’s wrong to want to date. Well, don’t worry, I never will. No one’s going to be interested in me again and I’ll disappear like I always do.

Was it really worth throwing me away? I loved someone just about as much as one could and accepted his many faults even if they hurt me or make it so he can’t meet my needs. And yet I’m the bad guy. I’m the one who is broken up with.