so I got this problem. I don't believe people when they say things. Just the good stuff, if someone said something bad about me I tend to believe it. Unless
But i met this kidd. He is AMAZING. Simply put, he is a southern gentleman, prince charming, modern Romeo mixed into this perfect shell of a man. Honestly I love him for it. But he gets frustrated with me because whenever he says something nice about me, I always doubt him for it. Normally I wouldn't care but I can sense his sadness when I tell him I don't believe him. He's never done anything to me that would cause me to not trust him, yet I don't. That is a pain I don't know how to get rid of; an outside source caused by my own disbelief.
It reminds me of that part from John Mayer's "Daughters" that goes "now she's left cleaning up the mess he made". Because I didn't make me this broken. I am the product of many people breaking me down and now I gotta find a way to make it all better. Most likely I won't and just continue to go thru Hell.
