THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
Hating Valentine's is so over.
I don't really understand how people can get angsty about it. I don't understand how you can have that much time to waste.
How can you be that selfish?
I guess I wouldn't know.
Relationships seem only bent for backwards self-gratification.
I don't have time to waste like that.
I just... I can't get my head around it. Nothing about it- any of it- even vaguely registers with me. I can't even explain confusion- Well. Not confusion.
It just doesn't click.
I couldn't ever throw stuff away like that- I have my whole life, you know?
I've made my whole life out of falling apart at the seams. I couldn't see it doing anything but ripping it faster- Not that there's any liklihood. Possibility.
I...
You know, I just can't decide if it's all I want, but I don't believe it or I'm just too ashamed.
I hate being a liar.
I hate not even caring that I am.
This is so...
Fuck.