I’m scared to try again, to meet people because the thing is I know myself. I’ll make the same mistakes again. I’ll fall for someone when I swore that I wouldn’t. I’d fall and I’d fall so hard. And they wouldn’t. I’m not afraid because I think I won’t feel the same way again, I’m afraid because I know no one else will. It will be one sided, with me getting attached and the other person realizing how I’m nothing they ever wanted.