Some women are like that. Some loves are like that. Most loves are like that, from what i see. Your heart feels like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self respect, and your independence. After a while, you start throwing people out – your friends, everyone you used to know. And its still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know its going to take you down with it. I’ve seen that happen a lot. I think thats why i’m sick of love.