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This is not about not needing people. This is about leaning on those who are wrong for you. People come in and out of your life quickly, and those who stay are supposed to be the ones you can count on. The thing is that people come and go out of your life for different reasons, some your fault sometimes unbeknownst to you. My second biggest problem is I cannot identify these types of people; the ones who stay because they see something great in you and the ones that stay because they have nowhere else to go. It is not always about you, even if it seems so.

My biggest problem is that I rely on people to do things for me: Help me with an idea, start a business venture with me, be a partner or go all in with me on ideas. Either I haven't found my person to do that with, or I am much too reliant on others to get a job I want done. Even writing that last bit gave me a feeling that I didn't particularly like. Because I know it is true, if I want to do something I should do it myself. But truly, I want someone I can do these types of things with, not a s/o per se, but someone who actually believes in me and thinks my ideas are worth trying out or at the very least, hearing out.

Maybe I'm broken and codependent or maybe I'm just surrounded by assholes, could be both. 

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