What's next, now? My mind is running through with a million and one scenarios.
Of course, there could be worse outcomes... But I certainly do not want to become your fubu.
I can't keep doing such things to myself or I'll slowly die inside(if my stupidity doesn't cause my death first).
I want to stay in my protective bubble - thank you very much- believing that one day, one day I can find someone who wants me. Who loves me. Who honestly wants to be with me. Not the constant flow of psychos and men who want to go wham bam thank you Jen!, and I end up becoming a men-hating cat lady living in a one-room flat in Toa Payoh, 30+ years down the road.
It has to be all or nothing, and despite how nice it would be, I know you can't and won't be the one giving it to me. Oh well.
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