Bad at love

I wonder most days how I find certain people. If being a “fuck boy” is not some sort of cliche. Turning into the very people who used me and taught me how to guard against everyone and everything. If I’m not as I’ve suspected, meant to be here to help others find their forever’s then what? Do I deserve happiness? Can I find someone who can heal all the damage done by others? Maybe, maybe not. All I’ve ever asked for is communication and respect, but even those are unattainable these days. I’ll continue to be alone until I feel like I can finally open up to someone. But I am sure the odds are against me.

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