No matter what!!

I swear, sometimes I feel like I have a magnet for the wrong ones.
I open up, tell my thoughts, my fears, my stories… and later I regret it.
People pretend to care, but then they disappear, or worse — use what you said against you.

And still, here I am. Still talking, still believing that maybe this time it’ll be different.
That maybe there’s someone who’ll listen without judging, understand without trying to fix me, and just stay.

Am I silly? Probably.
But I’d rather be silly and warm, than cold and silent like most people now.