I am one of those people who love entirely and truly with every ounce of my strength. I find it hard to let go and I can’t be alone. Even though I tell myself I’m strong enough to face this world alone, I’m not. I need to love to feel alive. I need to receive affection and love to feel alive. I’m not strong enough without it. And I sometimes wish I wasn’t like this, but I am. And I need to not try and force myself to believe otherwise
Am i the only one who tries to take all of their laundry back to their room in one trip but you end up dropping like one fucking sock on the way so you bend down to pick it up and like two more fucking socks fall out and you end up spending the whole fucking trip to your room picking up all the shit that you keep dropping because youre too fucking lazy to go back and get it after you put everything down, yeah me too.