I just keep making the wrong choices. I know they are wrong, I know that I will be hurt, but I just keep on doing it. It's almost like I'm on a total self destruct mission, like sonething takes over the rational part of my brain and I fuck up, then I come to, realise what I've done and tortire myself for days. It causes me anxiety and sleepless nights. I feel sick. I start and get better and then I just fuck it all up again.
It's like putting my hand in the fire to see if it's hot. I know. I know I'll get burnt but for that 1 second it's the excitement. I hate myself. I'm 33 and I should know better.
I've had crap relationships with men since before I can remember. It stems from my dad leaving my mum when I was 2, but I know I can't blame that. Plenty if people have divorced parents without turning out as fucked up as me.
There are people that love me, but I treat them like shit. I don't value that love.
I'm a fucking mess and it's all my fault. I deserve it.