Jun 10, 2016 21:57
I always thought that I had a self destruct mechanism...
Every time I had something good, I managed to fuck it up... Especially in love... I grew up in a broken home and because of that, I sought out beautifully broken humans who I thought would become whole given I was also in shambles. At best, I learned of people and their habits. How, despite differences, they're all predictable...