Do you want the honest truth? I'm terrified that I'll never find love. It's a persistent fear that I try to silence, and I've become so good at it at times I feel it becomes a thing of pride. Of course I don't need somebody to stick around and hold my hand when the sun goes down, to make me laugh when all I feel like doing is screaming. Why would I require another human being to give me praise and accolades when I can revel in the fact that I've accomplished something I'm proud of all by myself? Do you see where I'm going with this? It's incredibly unhealthy, I think, to inhabit that state of mind. I just want somebody to realize that I can't always be an open book, can't always be the shoulder to lean on. I can't always be the best listener and i can't always have infinite advice. I can't always be there when you need me.
I need somebody to realize I'm weak sometimes, too. And damn it, I'm needy!
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