I’m a lemon
I guess I’ve yet to get a handle on my self-destructive tendencies. The quandary is whether I should have even said anything at all in my musings or if I have, in saying what I had, taken liberties with another’s feelings yet again. The art of relating to people may still be out of my reach and I’m not sure I’ll ever get the hang of it. Maybe I give up to easily and that’s why I can never explain things. Maybe I just relent too much and give in a little too much… maybe I’m just too solitary for too long that I don’t know how not to be. I know I never came fully assembled but self assembly is taking some trial and error with me and an exceptionally long time. I just hope I don’t arrive when it’s all over like I usually do. I don’t want to be a lemon anymore… but I don’t know how not to be one.
