we always keep wanting more.
not that I do not like romance, it's just that my idea of romance is essentially different from most people. and it's not that I do not like love, because all you need is love and bla bla bla perhaps it is also true, but my favorite song is Love Is Blind, are cynical and even so I do not mind much.
do not know what else I want more, what could I add to what I have to feel I will not say happy, but without this feeling of dissatisfaction that a part of me does not want to leave. leaving fucking strong push to the portents away from the heart on the head, suppress (cit). because for me love is disease, and I think that is not enough. I waited and waited for someone love me, someone stopped me and said 'I want you,' and I thought the only way to overcome all that is unresolved in me. the reality is that being loved, for some things, does not matter. love is overrated. is compromised, misunderstanding and hurt. it's like peanut butter, which is good, but it makes you fat. or when issues and expect to have the age to go on a roller coaster, and when finally we're on top you have too much fear.
am making speeches without meaning, just because - more than antiromantic or cynical - I'm selfish. I do not know if they are strong enough to support someone else, I do not know if they are strong enough not to leave if the person I love me angers. two is much more complex one. and I hate the thought that what I'm missing is me - that all this talk can be reduced to the fact that I do not like me I . just because my body is not how I want, just because I can not think of being loved.
me, as I am done, I can only hurt those who love you, trying to hurt myself . What's wrong with being superficial, if the alternative is this?
has only been a week really chaotic English test and examination of sociology and Saturday nights as a dishwasher on its own and a little boy 'in crisis;
next week will be better. there are my parents, there will be a lot of sex, a lot of LOST, and a whole bottle of white martini. YAY!
0 comments:
Post a Comment