I recently realized I'm a sucker for constancy.
I hate changes,
whether for the good or for the bad.
It's dysfunctional. Like really, I know.
The elements of uncertainty and surprise that comes with the changes are just,
suffocating and oh-so-petrifying.
I hold on too much,
and I let go too little.
Imbalance much?
I seem to take every word people say so seriously,
that when disappointment comes,
I become so..
vulnerable.
Insecurity,
they term it so.
But guess I never learn, do I?
