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If you truly love her, you’d let her go…”
I won’t ever, EVER be truly loved. Yes, I have family, but my mom can’t accept that I can handle things on my own. She just HAS to prod and poke me to get me moving on my college applications. I’m not even a senior yet, for crying out loud! The sad thing is that I’m looking up scholarships behind her back, and she accuses me of not doing a thing about my future education.
My boyfriend says he loves me than anyone else in the world. He hates his parents, naturally, and doesn’t feel too much for girls of the same blood as he (I don’t object. I have a sister who enjoys verbally abusing me). There are some times when I like being alone with my thoughts, or a clean sheet of paper and pencil.
No one seems to understand that. At least, not until I shut a door, lock it, and hide under the bed and ignoring all who come and bang on it. Yes, I still can squeeze under the bed. It would be comfortable if not for the dust bunnies and various do-dads that show up under there.
Sadly, I don’t think I can be truly loved. I don’t let anyone close enough. Not long after I was aware of consciousness, I lost someone dear. It’s impossible to live through that pain again, so I numb myself. It helps physically too.
