"The expert at anything was once a beginner." - A wise fortune cookie.
I'm a fucking idiot that is subconsciously afraid to be happy, therefore I'm constantly miserable, and it's no one's fault but my own. Whenever something or someone good comes along I find some way to fuck it up. Then I'm sitting here, in the same spot every fucking time, wondering "why does this keep happening to me," and it only keeps happening because I keep making it happen. Then there's just one more thing for me to think about for three hours before I'm able to fall asleep every night.
Then, when I'm hurting the most, there's no one there because I've already pushed everyone away.
