It was one thing to make a mistake; it was another thing to keep making it. I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they liked or loved you: you'd be disappointed. Depend on someone, and you might as well admit you're going to be crushed — because when you really needed them, they wouldn't be there. Either that, or you'd confide in them and you add to their problems. All you ever really had was yourself.
