I used to think that lying to people would make them love me.
I used to think that I could have anything I wanted, as long as I really wanted it.
I used to think that love was enough.
It's always more complicated than it looks.
What I find most hard about growing up is accepting that things are not always someone's fault. It's not enough to attribute blame, you have to fix the situation regardless of who is guilty.
I believe that one of our biggest fears, in general, is that people will stop loving us because of our flaws. As soon as they get close enough, they will be afraid and leave.
What I am trying to say is this: I'm not thinking so far ahead anymore. Yes, some people will never get past some of my flaws. Our faults are just not compatible. That is perfectly fine. Painful, but fine. I can't live my life waiting for people to be disappointed.
Because I don't spend my time expecting to be disappointed by others.
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