Nothing, Yeah I like nothing about me. Nothing is favorite at all. Whatever I do make others uncomfortable. I over love, I over give sometimes way more for others to take in. I prefer to keep my eyes and ears close so that I won’t see or hear anything that would make me love them a little less,so that I can hold on to the person a little more. They say moving on is difficult but for me it’s nearly impossible. I can’t help but to make them a part of me. I happen to sense uncomfortable things even if they are happening miles apart, I happen to catch lies even if it’s in a mere text and suddenly I would realise, oh I was the one hurting and after a day or two I will give them another chance to hurt me.

Sometimes I think rather than self defense It would have been better if I had learnt how to protect my heart,how to stop myself from repeating the same toxic patterns. But maybe that’s how I love. I hold on to people till I completely loose the grip of them,But once the grip is lost I hate that I turn myself coldest towards them. I won’t even look at them even if I just want to get a glance of them,those people who were once mine just happen to become nobody for me. They simply stop existing for me or maybe once again I choose to close my eyes and ears .How can somebody like me can have anything favorite about themself.