I find myself in different situations, different environments, different surroundings, with different people, and different men, but once stripped of all exteriors, everything is still the same. I am still afraid of myself, I am still aching for someone to ache as much about me as I do for them, and I am still fighting for the wrong people, for the wrong purposes, out of fear and out of love, my emotions out of whack, constantly trying to untangle heartstrings that latch on to people who only know how to say goodbye, I am tired of hurting, I am tired of feeling everything so intensely.