I'm sitting here wondering why do I even want love? It ends in despair... I look and never find but what finds me is often worse. Am I co-dependant? Maybe. I just thinks I'm worthy of a companionship that's fulfilling and eternal.
I'm done with dating...Those words are like an echo cause I've said it so many time it's no longer humorous but becoming pathetic.
Why do I let it stifle my creativity? I enjoy being alone and don't get enough me time. somehow even when I surrounded I feel empty and alone. The void of true love is not just hard to fill but also hard to find...
