Born To Die Alone - Tumblr Posts

I want to have a partner, but I don’t want to ruin anyone else’s life. I know I’m no good. And that I can’t change what I am. I just wish that the people who care about me weren’t imaginary.

This applies to friends, too. Everyone leaves in the end, and I’m not gonna pretend that I don’t know why. It’s because I’m not a good person. I know that.

People show up because they see me and think I’m who I pretend to be. They tell me that I can take my mask off around them. And like an idiot, I fall for it. I let them see a glimpse of what I really am. And without fail, they leave. Because what I really am is a monster. A wounded creature lashing out and biting at anything that gets too close.

Don’t show me kindness. I’ll fall in love. And I’ll end up destroying both of us.