These ties are going to break. Some where down the road we’re gonna realize how weak these bonds are and we’ll walk away unscathed. All this time will have gone to waste. I don’t know how it will be for you, but i know I’ll endure what comes, I’ll survive. Because this is what I do. I get by on my own. Selfish, huh? God, I’m sorry I’m like this. I’m sorry I’ll push you away before you really get a chance to get close. I’m sorry you’ll never know the real me. The real me likes being alone. The real me likes feeling the sorrows of coming up short. I’m a masochist in every sense of the word. I thrive too much on the thought of suffering. The truth is, I don’t know any other way. And more than anything I want someone to show me another way. It’s just sad how I know I’ll never give anyone the chance to even try.