The closest I ever found to love was a result of me being unapologetically myself. I was a terrible person but it turns out that someone was into that. By the end I was involved with someone else’s life by no effort of my own; exemplified by the fact that my first memory of them is a few years after their first memory of me. Sadly as I grew as a person we fell off and this time i’m finding it a lot harder to find someone who likes me.