Pathetic.

It is pathetic. It is so sad.

I think back to all those times when I've been scared to be alone. So scared and terrified to the point where rejection was my number one weakness. I know now, that that wasn't really the case. I wasn't scared to be rejected. Well, not as much as I thought I did. I was scared to reject other people. I was scared that after I walked away from them, they wouldn't run after me and stay with me. I was scared that they would leave because they didn't think I was worth it. That they wouldn't want me any more.

But I know now.

People like that? They're not worth it. If they want me, just to be able to say that they have me, they're not worth it.

All those people I lied to because I was scared. All the meaningful words rendered of any meaning as soon as I said them, all because all of it was meaningless without the truth. But I did love them all. But apparently not enough to let them go.