These are my confessions:
I'm the girl who always runs away. When someone gets too close, I pull back.
I don't know what is wrong with me -- this is something I ponder often. I am, without a doubt, a runner.
I have no reason for this, to be quite honest.
These are my confessions.
I have a mother and father who love me to death, and I feel the same about them. I have four brothers and sisters who I'm very close to. I have so many sweet friends that I cherish. I haven't had a lack of love in my life; I'm very blessed. However, I still run away when it comes to romantic relationships. I flee the scene as fast as possible when I think a relationship has the chance of developing.
These are my confessions.
It takes me a long time to warm up to people. When I want to, I can be instantaneous friends with most people, but I am naturally more reserved. However, if I sense things can become serious with a man, I don't let myself get close. I leave; I run. I hate myself for this. All of my natural humor flies out the door when I'm interested in someone. It is as if I'm too busy observing them to carry a conversation. I'm too busy searching for their flaws and seeking out their true motives. I've been burned before, and I'm always on the defense.
These are my confessions.
I've chased someone before -- I chased them for far to long. I begged them to love me, to treat me well, time and time again. I've built a wall around my heart and my life so that never happens again. I've shut myself off from men.
These are my confessions.