There is something wrong with me.
I wish I could control the way I feel about people and that my dreams didn't constantly remind me of my true feelings. I wish I could hate someone, but hating someone is just manifesting your jealousy and insecurity and placing it upon someone, and I'm not like that. Once I tell someone I love them, I mean it, and that never goes away, no matter how badly they treat me. I can't forget, no matter who else I have in my life, although I wish I could say the same for those people who once told me they loved me.