I have learned something very important.

Take care of myself.

Need no one.

I did already know this and I don't know why I softened to the possibility of love but I need to be diligent.

I'm done crying. I'm done trying to understand things meant to confuse me.

I've wasted too much time on people, putting them out front when they'd let me fall away.

There's nothing wrong with me or the way I love. I have cPTSD but it's not really an issue if I'm alone or around someone who understands and accepts me.

I am okay. I have myself.