all is full of me

I'm there again. At the point when I don't know what to go or do. I don't know how much of myself I should give and how much I should keep for myself. In some ways I hate to get to know new people that are really nice because I can't handle it. And almost noone knows about this because I don't tell them. And a lot of the times when I've been completely honest people have left me and I don't want that to happen because it tears my heart apart. It's like I destroy things just with the way I am and still I think it's only H that have had the courage to stand up and take all that's me. Or maybe he just got used to it slowly.