I was always a people pleaser. I always wanted friends that cared about me for real. The way that I always cared for others. I always wanted someone to truly give a fuck about me. I finally meet those people that do care and what do I do? I ruin it. All of it. Not just mean words or pushing people away or me isolating myself. No. I burn it to the fucking ground and then sit in the ashes and fucking cry because now it’s too late. The damage is done. Every single time. Everything I touch, I destroy. I’m just tired. So tired.