this is how this goes. I pour my heart to you. I crawl to them sadly when you reject me. They comfort coddle and love on me and build me back up (say ‘fuk him and call you idiot’). I believe them a little more everyday that you truly are a jackass. I come back into myself when I’m alone in my home and think about all the things I love about you, while still listening to all the terrible things you say about me and how I hurt you. I try again to love you and you reject me, even get with these mutant girls that couldn’t even spit in my direction. I go back to them and let them comfort me, all the while we are learning about each other and getting closer. They convince me more and more that yes you are a jackass, and then the cycle goes on an on.