My insecurity does not allow me to feel happy or free for long periods of time. It wants to cling to the other person and make unacceptable demands on their time and space. The more I wish to mould myself in their mould, the more troubled and sorrowful I feel. It is as if this restlessness is in my blood. Sometimes, it disappears for months altogether, giving me hope, only to be triggered out of the blue by an innocuous event.
