I just can’t accept it, it’s been months and I haven’t accepted any of it.

When I love somebody, when I call somebody my best-friend, when I get into a relationship, it sticks. My feelings are never fake, they linger months afterwards and torture me and there is nothing I can do about it. I can only sit up late at night and feel it, all my myself, wiping away my own tears. It’s only me, this is why I feel so alone. It’s only me, late at night, sobbing over people I would have given up my life for.