Choosing a path means having to miss out on other things. I have my whole life a head of me and am mostly wondering if in the future I will come to regret the choices I have make now. I was not afraid of committing myself before, now I think I have this strange phobia to anything that could mean serious. I want to follow all possible paths and I worry that I might end up following none. After all the romantic disappointments, can I give of myself entirely? I fear pain, loss and rejection. These things will be inevitable on the path of love, and the only way of avoiding them is by deciding NEVER to take that path at all. In order not to suffer, I have to denounce love. Its like pulling out my own eyes not to see the bad things in life..

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