Why am I such a masochist, you ask.
Some of you may think that it's pure stupidity, or that I'm just gullible. Others may think that I see myself as some sort of heroine in a real-life drama. And others yet tell me they think I just like the pain.
Honestly, it's none of the above. I don't really know why I am who I am. I guess I've just learned to deal with it in such a way that constantly being disappointed doesn't affect me any longer. It just happens, but I don't feel like it concerns me. I've distanced myself from my surroundings, I just observe, like it's not me who's living my life but an actress and I'm just a spectator.
A depressed person's attitude? Maybe.
Or maybe indifference and apathy are the only efficient ways to protect oneself from being hurt.
/P.
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