Some people are more in love with
being rejected than they are with the idea of being in love with someone who
will love them back. I used to believe that I constantly chose men who rejected
me. I learned that because I had already rejected myself, whether the man
wanted to or not I was going to see to that he rejected me. Rejection was my
crack. I was hooked on the heartache. Like Taylor Swift I always saw the end
before it began. But more pathetic than her, I usually never saw much of a beginning.
I was so ready to be in pain that I just went ahead and cut to the chase.
You can’t accuse another person
of doing to you what you’ve already done to yourself long before they came
along.
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