#Depressivebrainfart

[chaospile-system]

I feel like a Puppy, left at the shelter with all the unwanted dogs, just because it barked too often.

What no one saw is, that the Puppy only barked because he was afraid. Afraid of loosing what meant the world for that lil pub.

And the moral of the story?

I never want to love again, yet I can't stop missing feeling safe in the same arms that now abandoned me.

"I never want to see you again"

Well, I dont wanna see me again either.

It's easier to stay lonley than getting attached just to be abandoned again and again.

Should I give up on love?

What's left to life for then?