Someone wrote in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} laquierda, |
It almost seems as though every time I get close to someone I regret it and immediately back away. Usually it’s out of disgust and contempt for the other person. Rarely it’s out of fear of discovering something more and wrecking all chances to just be friends. I don’t actually have friends, now that I think about it. Sometimes I wish I could go back to 7th grade and be the loser - emo - goth kid sitting on the ground against the wall with the headphones and the angry looks so that no one would bother trying to bludgeon their way into my life.
