Pocket Journal entry Five, "Another Betrayal"

Seems whenever I begin to fall for someone, or express any emotions towards someone beyond anger, pity, apathy, or contentedness, they decide that they'd rather not be around me. It must be a curse, this is twice in a row I kissed someone and they moved on in a matter of days. As if I deserve it. But why do I expect different? I know what people think of me. The most common word that describes me is "bitch", I guess he figured that out. I'm not really sure what I did to push him away from me, he insists it was nothing I did, but rather that the other woman was just better in some way he can't describe. I guess I am done trying for things like this. *something is scratched out far beyond the point of being legible here*