Clearly I still have issues. And clearly I need to take therapy. Except maybe this time, I’ll go in actually wanting to get help.

I always get myself into these situations I know I shouldn’t be. And every single time I’m in these situations, I know what is bound to happen. I just hate myself for playing with fire in the first place. My emotions are all over the place. I’m anxious to know as to what the fcuk is going to happen by the end of this year. I shouldn’t have jumped into a relationship so early but then again I wanted him for so long and here I am. I don’t know what my heart wants me to do.