I'm just done.
Done with..... boys, and done with relationships. I remember.... since the past two or three years, I had been dreaming of finding the perfect guy. A guy that wouldn't get angry if I called him at three in the morning to discuss a nightmare I had. A guy who would lie under the stars with me and talk about absolutely nothing. A guy that loved me for me.... despite my obvious flaws. But apparently, that's impossible without something horrible happening. I broke two guys' hearts.... twice. Each. What the hell? Who have I become? What have I become?
A monster? A b***h? A heartbreaker?
Seems to me that it's impossible for me to be in a decent relationship without me completely tearing the guy's heart out and ripping it into a thousand pieces, and refusing to hand it over when he wants it back.
(// sigh)
So I'm done..... just done. Not going to break anyone else's heart again.....
