Quitter

Today, my boyfriend called me a quitter. I started to think, why am I a quitter? I have come to realize, I only quit when I think I am going to get hurt. For example, when I was learning to ride my bike. I didn't learn to ride my bike until I was 11 years old. Why? I fell and hurt myself. And I guess I keep bad habits. Because like learning to ride my bike when I was 11, I do the same with my relationships. I never let anyone get too close. I always was the one to break up with my ex's. As I got older, those sidewalks and my skid knees turned into people. Those people said "We won't tell anyone. We are here for you." They lied, didn't they. So, I guess I am a quitter. I'll keep myself safe and cozy in my own mind. Away from all the jerks, hurtful sidewalks, the monsters under my bed, and mostly the people.