There has to be something wrong with me.
I have what so many people would kill for:

• He wants to spend every minute with me.
• He thinks I am gorgeous.
• He adores every part of my body.
• He respects me.
• He doesn’t mind eating me out until I cum.
• He cooks for me.
• He’s always willing to help me.
• He gives killer massages.
• He tucks me in.
• He drives me around.
• He opens doors.
• He sits through movies like Peter Pan with me.
• He works out.
• He’s handsome.
• He’s studying to be a surgeon.
• He laughs at my jokes.
• He understands my hangups.

Then why does it feel so impossible to fall for him?
I think I might be broken. I have no idea what it will take for me to ever fall in love.
If this doesn’t do it, what will?
Why do I feel such extreme attachment to the thing that has hurt me so much?

I suppose that’s it.
It’s because it CAN hurt so much.

It’s bad when you have to lie to someone about not having class in the mornings just to avoid them wanting to ride with you to school.
I already see you enough. You live in the same apartment complex as me. Please, all I am asking for is a single INCH of breathing room.

We had a great weekend of being together for a total of close to 72 hours. Now, all I want is SPACE.

I have no idea.
I have been living in a sedated state induced by the constant fog of addiction.
Making an official change today, and I have to admit that I’m anxious.
I don’t want to fail myself. I don’t want to give up. I accepted a challenge. I’m here. Time to get motivated.
If I don’t change now, I most likely never will..
Balance: the most elusive thing in my life.
Need to make sure that I devote every part of myself to this commitment. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.