Making A Choice

It has been awhile since my last post here, and I just feel that somehow I got to a point in my life when I can say that I have to make a choice of either to be alone or to be with someone else until the day I die.

After all that has passed of trying to fix my life again, knowing that somehow, I needed someone to fill the empty space in my heart and complete my life, I came up with a thought that maybe, just maybe, I am bound to be alone.

People always doubt me, misinterpret me, scorn me just because of the wrong things I did in the past, and it is hard to convince them anymore. Or maybe because I am such a bad person that I cannot live with someone without hurting that someone in return. I am the real problem.

I just feel that I cannot take it anymore.