"I put my head down on the table and cry. Because it’s happened again. I’m found out. I’m damaged. Fucked up. Broken. A fraud. I knew he would figure out sooner or later that I was impossible to love. And now he has, and I love him, and I’m certain he has tried, really tried, to love me back. But trying to love me is too much for any sane person to bear. I watch their backs, one by one, as they walk away."
Madness (A Bipolar Life)
