I keep repeating to myself and to everyone how much I don’t need to be taken care of. Although that’s what I unconsciously seek for, continuously. I relentlessly reach out for more, nothing is ever enough to fill me, to fill my emptiness. Even though if I could just stop for a minute, sit down and breath I would realise that it is all in my head. The problem is here, inside, and the person in front of me could possibly even make me happy if I only allow him to.