3.11AM


Even after so many years, I still think soft toys are my best friends. I get disappointed all the time, not because people do it bad, but because I shoot my expectations high. I'm always needing somebody to give me that kind of comfort, to lend me ears when I'm about to tell something so hard it's choking inside. But when someone just is kind enough to make the step forward for me, I play my usual paranoid part and set up a barricade. That is why, at the end of the day... I still think I'm more suited to be alone, without friends. 

If you stop yourself from thinking, would it actually work? It will always come back and haunt you as a nightmare. 

M 

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