I am not normal.
I will admit it.
I am addicted to love.
I fall in love too quickly.
I drive myself and others up the wall when I feel that love is fading away.
I experience losing a relationship the same way I experience being stabbed in the chest by a sharp knife.
I risk my life and dignity just so someone will stay with me.
I willingly allow others to walk over me and take advantage of me because I fear they will leave otherwise.
I tell myself and the person I am with that I am in love with him too soon into the dating phase, and I have trouble separating love from infatuation and loneliness.
I go back to exes and people I used to know when my dating life seems catastrophic, and I move too fast and then wonder why I am unlovable.
I give others what they need right off the bat, and I leave myself, and my heart, with nothing.
I stalk exes and obsessively contact their family in hopes for second chances when I have done nothing wrong and even when I am no longer in love.
I crave attachment and the idea of knowing I am with someone rather than wanting to be with someone.
I threaten to hurt myself and make up fake aliases to give exes reasons to not ignore me and keep them around for as long as possible.
I refuse to let people go even when I am with someone new, and I become overwhelmed with rage when they are no longer interested in me.
I disclose my entire life to complete strangers in hopes that the pity card wins me brownie points.
I am addicted to love.
And I am okay with that.