Things are falling

Into place? Or not. I don't know.
I want to be fully happy.
I think when I am not on the Island, I am happy. I leave everything that hurts me. Everything that confuses me. I come back and it all comes back. I am not going to lie.
I am confused. I have been confused. I don't like hurting anyone. It's my flaw. One of my many.
When I get close to people, I stay close to them. I don't like hurting people, but who does?
But that's the problem. I cut off ties with people. And the problem builds. And builds. And builds.

But I am happy - sort of. I really don't know. I am just so scared to get close to someone again.
I am afraid of the hurt. But whoever I am around always wants to be closer then I want to get. It's not them, it really is me. I have a problem. I am always afraid I can't make someone happy.
Anyone that knows me knows that I keep someone around and do anything I can for them, then I put other things that should be priority behind. That's a problem. I can't say to myself I am too young anymore, because I am 21. But, I am too young. I should be traveling the world.

I've made mistakes in the past. I just need to go out on the road again. I just need to clear my head. School is over. I shouldn't be stressed. I just don't know which road to take.