You didn’t love her. You just didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe, maybe she was good for your ego. Or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn’t love her, because you don’t destroy the person that you love.
instead of learning from my mistakes i like to dwell on them until i have a panic attack.
I was twenty. I will let no one say it is the best time of life. Everything threatens a young person with ruin: love, ideas, the loss of family, the entrance into the world of adults. It is hard to learn one’s part in the world.