"Hurt me thusly, and no one will know,
If thou rend my heart, thou scar my soul.
So deeply cut, well hidden away,
These wounds ne'er will see the light o' day."
I've been reading my archives, and I can't help but worry that I seem to be attracted to men/guys/boys with whom I know any relationship with is out of the point. Which is scary, and self-destructive, because it means I'm quietly undoing whatever hope there is for myself with the opposite sex.
Maybe I should just agree to the next person who propositions me and see how it goes from there... lol.
"Oh, lock me away, and don't let in the day, here inside, where I hide, with my loneliness... I don't care what they say I won't stay in a world without love..."
