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A simple, simple question for all of you happy campers out there...
Why exactly is love so ******** important?
Love is one of those words that I hate to use, but at the same time, I use it a lot. To most of the people I know, it just brings pain. Including me...
I give my love to all of the wrong people. And when I finally give it to the right person, I lose them. Just...bam! Gone. I screw up, or they think they screwed up, and my love for them is completely meaningless.
It's just a word. That's all it is. Lately, it means absolutely nothing. It's just something that gets puffed up and over-exaggerated when honestly, all dating is about these days is sex. You don't put out and you're like me. Can't find a guy who won't hate me when we break up. Or who I can actually sit with and have a decent conversation.
I thought I could have something like that. But I guess I can't.
Nobody can have what they want. It just doesn't work like that. You can try and try all you want to, but everything that you dream won't come true. Much as you want it to. It's like trying to convince a Religious nut to convert to Atheism. You can scream and scream your theories at them all you want, but they won't turn around and listen to you.
What's the point? What does it matter?
I see relationships over the internet that look better than ones in the real world.
I hear all of these Gaians gushing over how they're getting married.
I wonder what that's like.
Getting to unconditionally love someone no matter how far away they are without any restrictions.
I lost that chance, and I have to face it now. Every day.
And soon, we'll set the scene that we set last December.
Me lying on my bedroom floor with an open wrist, bleeding and crying and just wanting it all to be over with.
Well, that's all!
Have a beautiful day, boys and girls!
 -Pixie Ninja Reprise- · Thu Jul 30, 2009 @ 03:36pm · 0 Comments |
