Plato

The type of people I attract has always perplexed me. Some barely interact with me yet have the courage to ask permission to enter my life in a more than 'just strangers' circumstance. I rarely have a say about it and yet they expect me to give them my details. I've grown too wise from all the mistakes I've made by letting unsuspecting people dictate my life.

I'm sorry dear, but you don't know me or know what I can do. I come with a lot of baggage and I don't think you quite understand how heavy that can be. "There is no other way to guard yourself against flattery than by making men understand that telling you the truth will not offend you." — Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince. 

I'm not protecting you. It's the truth and I don't want you to be apart of it because I know your intentions are purely innocent, at least I perceive it to be, and for me to allow you to walk into that is cruel of me. Don't thing you can "handle it" because it takes a damaged kind of person to be able to hold me up whilst holding themselves at the same time. So when I say I'm not interested, don't be discouraged because someone will come along and love what you've done.

Just not me.