Started a relationship, wasn’t even sure why I mean I just met him and accepted to date him after a solid month of knowing him and a solid week of hanging out.
Talking to him it was obvious that he’s immature, I didn’t mind.
It’s obvious that he needs love, I’m not exactly an empath but I try my best for him.
I push people away to see who stays, I mean even family isn’t always there for you.
Now it’s 3am on a Sunday morning and I’m in bed crying again, what exactly is this thing called...