by keepingmyselfanonymous

I am too weird to be loved.  That’s what I’m having to realise.  That’s what I’ve had to understand from what my therapist told me, that I’m too intense and driven for most folks to give me a chance, and the rest get coupled up and move on with their lives.  To survive, I must find a way to kill my heart and be satisfied with only being able to make acquaintances and not deep friends.