No Matter How Happy I Am. . .

I always seem to find ways to keep myself isolated in misery. I've had half a dozen relationships that made me the happiest man on earth, each with unique and beautiful attributes, and I've thrown them all away by convincing myself either they'd be better off without me, or that I deserve only to be alone. Yet, though all of the drastic ends are static, so is my need to have some kind of companionship. Why would I attract only to repel?
ckjust ckjust
26-30, M
Jul 10, 2010