Up and down and up and down. That's all life, or at least mine, really is. I graduated, I got out of a bad relationship, my job is going well enough for me to want to stay. I'm feeling confident, secure, looking good. Of course when I meet someone who I am astoundingly attracted to, and after making plans, I am warned that he is 'damaged goods' and that he may not even be ready for a relationship. Greeeeeaaaat. All my hopes have been given up again. Now, of course, I'm feeling unworthy, useless. I've been denied without even being given a chance, I feel. Hurt after being hurt so quickly. It's too much. I get led on, and then dropped so fast that I'm getting emotional whiplash. Why, in the world, do I always attempt to 'help' the needy, the damaged, the broken. It's never worked! And people like that, they can only help themselves. I know that, I KNOW that. So why do I persist? What is it in me that is drawn to that, even though I know I only ever get hurt. I'm bawling right now.