Apparently I’m some kind of fallen woman or something.
I am trying so hard not to give people false hopes about relationships.
I’m somehow sending mixed messages.
Honestly one of them is a guy that is way too good for me. Like seriously just way too much of a nice boy. He’s only had one relationship and it wasn’t physical. Because he wasn’t married. Ooof.
I mean, so that’s a lovely idea, and I wish I could be so pure, but hypersexuality in bipolar disorder is the “dirty little secret” no one wants to talk about. There’s no way I can sit on that for who knows how long.
I don’t think I’m being fair to someone else, and I have to figure out how to sort that out.
I don’t know.
I hate all of this.
I don’t want a relationship right now. I’m so screwed up, I don’t need to bring anyone with me down the rabbit hole.
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