You wanna know what I struggle with? It’s not that I’m too reserved, too detached. It’s that I’m too emotional. I’m impulsive and emotional. And I give myself over right away. And passionately. I pour myself out. Can’t you see that I’m protecting myself? Because I’m afraid I’ll get carried away. I won’t be able to think. I won’t be able to analyze. I won’t be able to work.
I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.
She runs from man to man offering endearments, she speaks of love then break each man to her will