I'm done

I'm done.

I'm done talking. I'm done communicating. I'm done being a part of this world. I'm done thinking that one day, I'll be with the perfect person and live happily ever after despite what my life has been telling me all along. I'm done feeling like I'm awesome or self-confident or narcissistic or wonderful. I'm done thinking that anything I can do will ever make a difference in anyone's life unless it's something negative.

I'm done. I just can't do this anymore. I just can't. It's like, the moment I feel like I learned my lesson, I go and get myself into situations anyway and just end up relearning my lesson. Because I'm stubborn, maybe, I dunno. I'm done being in relationships and thinking that I can make someone else happy because obviously, that's not the case at all.

Zane's the only boyfriend I ever had that was so perfect and so good to me, and I couldn't even keep him. I'm nothing special. I'm the same kind of candy he's been trying to avoid, just in a different wrapper, I guess. There's nothing about me that could ever benefit anyone. And now? Now, there's even less.

I'm done with putting so much effort and so much emotion into my relationships. I'm done with doing that with anything. I'm done trusting. I'm done loving. I'm done.

And in the end, it's all my fault. Like everything else that's ever happened to me, I guess.