Eventually if it is meant to be, then it will be because we related, physically and mentally

When you think you finally find someone, a friend, a lover, a companion, just anyone who may have grasped an idea as to why you function the way you do - the way you think, breathe, sleep, eat, walk, talk, LIVE. They leave. I lost the one person that I thought understood me.

It’s okay. I can’t change. I’ve tried to change who I am for a very long time. I am a fucking different person who does things that never makes any sense and I am a better person. I don’t care what you or anyone say because you had no idea who I was before, and the trials I’ve came across and overcame.

I do not doubt nor judge your conceptions of my insanity. No one has to accept it, and I’m not forcing you to understand me. All I really ever wanted was for someone to just attempt to somehow see the root of my theories and instability..insecurity.. no matter how illogical it seems to be.

I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m waiting for someone to hear me out and not think I’m totally irrational and leave, I just wish someone can at least try to love me for me, for once.
I promise I’ll enjoy it for as little it lasts.