I have tried over and over.
Heartbreak after heartbreak.
After so long you begin to feel worthless.
Feeling unworthy, drained, and empty.
I’m tired of trying.
Mentally and emotionally exhausted.
Finally, May of 2020, I have become officially okay with being alone.
February 2020, I had yet changed again once more.
However, this time it is much different.
I have absolutely no desire to seek for love or a relationship.
The thought of a relationship literally freaks me out mentally.
I’ve never had this feeling before.
Always craving new love when my love is taken from me.
Not this time.
Not anymore.
I’ve changed.
Hurt has changed me for good.
Cuts a little deeper each time.
Pretty soon I’ll be down to the bone.
The feeling is rather bittersweet.
Yet at the same time it’s such a good feeling too.
Being okay with being alone means I want to continue to take care of myself 100% rather than depend on someone for emotional fulfillment.
Never again, will I ever love the same.
I’m different.
I’m over it.
Gone.