I often think about my past loves and how I always seemed to think that love is forever but it just seems they don’t want to know me after a certain period of time and I’ve been thinking more and more and wonder why I was made to feel like an exception but now I just feel jaded and unenthusiastic to let myself be absorbed by someone’s life and plucked apart and pieced together and gutted like a fish at the end of it all and I have epiphanies regularly and today mine was that I may aswell get “I come with baggage” tattooed on my forehead so people know what they’re getting into instead of hurriedly concocting an escape plan when shit gets real.