Rant.

Relationships, they never have been my strong suit. I don’t know if it’s me, or it’s the people I date but my relationships always end with me broken. Somehow though, after every time i’m broken I manage to pick myself up. This last one though, has really been screwing with my head. I ended it myself, but it didn’t hurt any less than if he was the one to break it off. He hurt me, over and over, but I stayed because I didn’t have anyone else.  Who would’ve thought, that my most successful relationship that I’ve ever had would be my worse? Why? Of all the people to hurt me, it had to be him, but it’s also my fault as well. I wasn’t strong enough to leave so I just let him do whatever he wanted. Don’t get me wrong though, I tried to break it off, many times, but I always ran back because I hate being alone. Being alone is something I never want.