Someone actually liked me. And that hasn’t happened in a very long time. And at any point I could be toxic and selfish and hurtful, I was. 

Not out of spite, but because I don’t know what to do when people get too close. I get uncomfortable. And hurt people before they can hurt me. 

Maybe it’s insecurity. Maybe it’s depression eating away at me all the time.

Either way, that person doesn’t talk to me anymore. And that’s the end of that.