The Missing LinkI swear it's not about you, it's about me.
I have been struggling about this part of me. And I don't know where to begin, How to act upon it. Trust has become an issue for me. And I guess I am no longer capable of trusting. Anything that poses a threat for deeper emotional involvement comes the threat of being left alone someday. Taking care of myself alone, learning to move on. I have learned to cry in the rain, to find comfort with the heartaches which made me strong.
Let me be, and leave me with a quiet mind. Don't accuse me of being unfair, taking it all to my terms. Or not even giving the chance to doubt about your sincerity. Giving us the chance to reach out. But the truth is I doubt endlessly, I doubt about your goodness, I doubt about myself.
I am just tired, exhausted.