I’m complex.
Do not try to understand, because I cannot understand myself either.
Spare me your time. Spare me your patience.
Go on my child, live your life and please, please forget about me.
Let me be me. Let me be my complex self.
I have given up trying to understand my mind.
It took me all these years to finally be in peace with the fact that certain things aren’t made to be understood.
They are made to just be accepted.
So please hun, accept me. Accept the fact that I’m not made to love, nor to be loved. I’m made to be confusing. I am not normal.
And even if you would try, I wouldn’t let you. I will cut you off. Isolate myself from everyone around me.
And just be with myself, my complex self.
Accepting who I am.
Accepting what I cannot understand.