I hate liking people. Like, having crushes. It’s weird, because most people find it fun and exciting, but I find it overly stressful and generally hopeless. It makes me feel like I’ve regressed to a point in my life in which I hated myself, like all the progress I’ve made in loving myself never happened. I am finally happy with myself, and I finally like someone because of who he is, not a constructed ideal of who I think he is.

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