Loving Me

I have this uncanny ability to put myself into relationships with "boys" who are more about self sabotage than I am. The lost puppy syndrome, if you will. For months I have tried to come to terms with this unnerving fact, but it wasn't until tonight when I think I have finally had enough of the nauseating ride. It's the hardest thing to do sometimes. Love yourself more than an other person. It's much easier to put others before myself, or at least I have thought that way for a long time. I've been stressing myself out for no reason whatsoever, apparently, as I am the only person who is stressing out. This is not my life. Well, it is my life, but not what I'm stressing out about. I stress out about other peoples problems. It's more fun to try and fix other people than to deal with my own mishappenings. Honestly, I have enough of my own shit I should be worried with. I talk about it all the time. Taking care of me. I talk a lot of shit. I'm done talking for now. Wish me luck. I'm coming up.