So It Goes....

Maybe it's me.

No not maybe, it is.
Why do I get like this.
I always get like this.
I can't have space.
If she's not there I get scared, worried, lonely, paranoid, and of course easily annoyed. I hurt feelings because I have this horrible habit of reacting first and then trying to apologize for it later. Other points of view don't matter until it's too late. Thats why they all end up hating me in the end. Clingy, self-imposed rejection... it always happens like this. Then there's the attempt to save it, folled shortly by the farewell. When did I become such a pessimist. It's like my happiness has a self destruct sequence. It lasts 2 weeks then...

BOOM!