I’m bred for bad relationships

i freaking suck at them. Perhaps it’s because I suck at relating. Mostly because I suck at speaking. If I spoke more often and more freely, my last relationship would either have never happened or would still be going.

I got it bad. Years of praise for being a quiet kid (and negative press for the opposite) aren’t to blame but definitely enabled me.

Please forgive me, I.. I got nothing else. The saga continues though. I can feel my roomate’s concerned eyes cautiously tip toeing for explanations for my silence. I triple dog dare myself to open up a little… Before I go to bed. ..damn me for challenging myself publicly. Just might be the right motivation..