Ever since high school, I’ve had a hard time with love. I’d find myself falling for someone, and then some way or another something would come along to make sure that it didn’t work out in the end. Every time. Over the last few years, it really had been starting to get to me - it had me start asking myself “Why am I doing this? Why would I willingly pursue something that’s inevitably going to hurt me in the end?” Through asking myself this, it’s made it incredibly difficult to give in to the idea of falling in love, because why would I? It’s just going to end up hurting me in the end. This inner battle has caused a lot of turmoil for me and it really has begun to beg the question… “What if I’m the problem?”