Why would I do this to myself? Am I that afraid of opening up to anyone, that I can't stop myself from telling her to "back away slowly"? It's not her fault that she is gracious enough to offer her beautiful shoulder to cry on ... or that, at this point in time, tears are all I have to offer.
I know how much I need the company. She saw it, recognized it for the need it was, and offered - and I can't handle it. I refuse to believe I'm worthy of her benevolence.
F*** cognitive dissonance.
I know how much I need the company. She saw it, recognized it for the need it was, and offered - and I can't handle it. I refuse to believe I'm worthy of her benevolence.
F*** cognitive dissonance.
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