I don’t know who can relate, but one thing I have been noticing about myself for a very long time is that relationships bring out the worst in me. And here I am not going into the details of how they do not work, but I’m here to say why I am never the best version of myself when I’m committing to someone. I try to keep my calm, but I end up messing things up. I start feeling deeply at the point I’m just supposed to be knowing the person, I worry about little things, get insecure, get jealous, and maybe get a little clingy as well. I feel deprived when I don’t get what I expect out of the arrangement I have signed up for because I have always been of the view that adding a person to your life must add happiness, peace, and contentment. Instead, I land up with toxicity, pessimism, and questioning my self-worth. If someone has no value or meaning to offer, how can it be worth it? I mean, like what’s even the point of going through all that trouble of letting someone in? Well, sticking to