About seven months ago
I met a girl. I didn’t know she’d wind up being my girlfriend, but hey life has curveballs like that by the truckload. We started hanging out, then started going out, things were great. Things ARE great. But something someone said to me once won’t go away.
You aren’t meant for this.
And it hasn’t gone away, and every freaking day I fight against myself. I don’t want to believe it, but I look at my history and realise that I gotta be fundamentally unlovable. My friends leave, my family leave. People don’t stay because of me. And she’s gonna see this, and realise that fact.
It’s going to kill me.
