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    i’ve been trying to write something all night. but i can’t seem to say what i want to say in words that make sense.

    so i’m going to say it, plain and simple. nothing fancy.

    human beings are messy. 
    i’m messy. you’re messy. any time you get more than one of us in a room, the chance for damaged feelings, throbbing hearts, and everything in between is present. and that can be frightening.

    i’m scared of it. i like to pretend i don’t need other people for that exact reason.

    but i’m learning that people are messy, and isolating myself isn’t making the mess go away. it’s just looks different when you’re sitting by yourself.

    i’d rather be messy with someone else.