My Thing

Getting close to people is sort of my thing. It comes so naturally to me. Like it’s my purpose in life. It really might be but it’s such a curse sometimes. Is that possible? Can something so innate be so imprisoning? With my insecurities, you would think I would be able to stay away from attachment. Apparently not. It’s not that I get jealous. It’s just that I can’t seem to ever feel like I mean to someone as much as they mean to me. Cue insecurity. Then, paranoia. The funny thing is, paranoia usually turns into fact. The more I get to know someone, the more pain I feel when I lose them. I should just not familiarize myself with anybody because the ending is always the same. They all walk away, and I’m the idiot left behind still hoping that they’d turn around for me to catch a glimpse of regret in their eyes. Of course… they don’t. Getting close to people is sort of my thing… and leaving me behind is everyone else’s.