Ok, I redact what I said about not believing in love. I believe in it for everyone else; I am happy when others find who theyre looking for- I celebrate and rejoice with them especially if it's someone who had been wanting it for a long time and deserves it. It makes me happy that they are. However, I don't believe in it for me. I just can't- its draining, exhausting, and it makes me feel vulnerable with my guts exposed, particularly my heart. I feel awkward and out of control, scared and erratic when I have feelings for someone. I literally get "lovesick" and it does no good for me, it fact, it cripples me. So, I rather not. Besides I got things I need to do and a life to live independently. A man would just distract me. So yeah, again, I totally am happy for those who have it and it makes them euphoric...it's just not my bag anymore.
Lov3intheasylum Lov3intheasylum
31-35, F
Sep 1, 2014