Heres my confessional:

So, I've been thinking about some things lately.

I recently started seeing a girl who happens to be in a relationship, and I worked hard and pushed hard to be with her.

She wound up cheating on him with me, and now both of us feel really fucked up, and I'm sure her boyfriend does too.

Why did I try this hard for something that I knew would only wind up hurting everyone involved? It's because I'm being self destructive.

I have an addiction that many people don't talk about. This is me coming out to say that I think that I'm addicted to love, sex, and romance, and that I'm dependent on it.

The scary part is that even though I want to take a break, there's a piece of me that is saying no, you can't go without it.

Thoughts?