Though, I sort of thought if it as like racism was a long time ago. For a while, that was an issue. People couldn’t marry because they were of different ethnicities. And now, no one cares. Black and white are for zebras, not people. Some day, gender might be like that. People might have a preference, some won’t, but it won’t be as engrained. People won’t have that mentality of “girls date boys” or, as was then common, dating someone of the same race.
Do I deliberately surround myself with the broken ones? The ones who are dying on the inside? Are we all in pain, or do I just have a knack for finding the ones who are? My love has the kind of self-esteem issues you’d see in a victim of something, not to mention the way she’s always more concerned with not upsetting me than herself.
My ex was dealing with major depression, and body-image issues galore.
One of my friends seems to have a type of PTSD, as a result of a family issue from when she was really young.
One of my other friends is a die-hard pessimist with social anxiety.
I’ve cut, I’ve wanted to die, I once had a kleptomaniac spree, I have a fear of authority figures, and seek external validation constantly.
Does broken attract broken, or is it just that I want to fix everyone?