Why are people the way they are? Why am I the way I am? Every day I disappoint myself more and more, and there are people who insist that I try to love myself and it'll make a lot of things easier.
I can't control my actions that lead to my disappointments, they were all already lined out. My past has set all of them up, and each one is waiting for me to fall deeper into each. I've hurt so many people, as many people have hurt me. I never intend to hurt people. Well, there were a few, but they deserved it.
Should I stop talking to people and seclude myself away from the world? It is inevitable for anyone to hurt anyone, but as many times a