Fear of Commitment

I must have fear of commitment.  I keep saying I’ll pay more attention to my blog, show it how much it means to me, spend time with it.  Not obsessive amounts of time, just more time.  And I do for a little while, a few days.  And then I go days without checking in, much less posting.  It’s not that I don’t love you little blog, I really do.  It’s not you, really, it’s me. I have issues.  I’m probably not good for you. I want to be there for you, I just . . . I don’t know what happens.  You deserve better than me.  You deserve someone who will be there when she says she will be there.  Someone you can count on.  It’s not that I don’t think about you, I do. I care about you, it’s not that. I dunno.  If you still want to hang out, that would be great. I’ll try to do better.  I know I’ve said it before, I know, I know.  And I’ve said this time I mean it, but this time I really, really do.  Let’s stop talking.  Hold me.

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