I Need Someone To Just See Me For Me And Love Me For Me
My mental sickness is that I have trouble with commitment. I love to interact with people, especially women. I can’t get enough of a good conversation with a women who is passionate and has thought by herself about the universe, books, art,love, life… We could get lost with just words, words building cities for the two of us to get lost in, sitting quietly enjoying the electric silence we have just created, WE ARE GODS of imagination. But then I back out. I push them away because I hate that one day I might not be there or that one day you find someone who makes you dream like you used to when we first met. Will love last or will it go in and out like the tide, rising to dizzying heights, and sinking to hellish lows. I love everyone who shows me the smallest amount of understanding. This curse will be mine until the day you see how weak I am, and how strong you really are.