There is a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't because I thought I would be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It's easier to be alone. Because what if you learn that you need love? And then you don't have it. What if you like it? And lean on it? What if you shape your life around it? And then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It could go on forever...
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Less falsehood, and more truth in the face. Jealous slut.
It's said that ambition drove many people to become false; to have one thought locked in the breast, another ready on the tongue. And you are the best example of it.
Now don't come crying to me when everybody turns their back on you.
Best wishes, when you lose all your friends,whore ;)