Metaphors and Misits

Let's be really honest here, I'm not the most consistent or easily understood person. I wrap my words up in metaphors. Ambiguity is my tragic flaw. I hate hurting feelings almost as much as I dislike being hurt myself. Because of my twisted, little, existential view of the world I don't see the point in my making decisions. Don't make me choose between you and something else because chances are I'll choose the thing not begging me for a decision. I realize that in the end I cause more damage by not being clear with my feelings and intentions. For that I am past the point of sorry. I'm devestated. The only time I've ever overcome this character flaw was when I was irrevocably in love. It wasn't a choice I made. It was a need I had for this person to be in my life. Until someone else comes along that gives me no choices, no options, no way I'm getting away without them, I'll be here. In this little existence of mine.