I’ve been pursuing love all my life and it seems that love doesn’t want to be with me. I don’t want that “don’t give up on love, love will find its way to you" crap. Do I have to be suicidal sad before love comes to me? Doesn’t love know that I am sad all the time because I don’t have the love that I wanted? Or the love that I am worthy of?
Fuck this shit! I give up.
I give up on love.
Love is psycho.
Love is truly blind because love can’t see those people who need love. Love truly transcends time because it don’t give up until it exhausted the hell out of you.
Love is universal because it works with the universe to fuck the shit of all the people who needed love the most.
You should learn that not all boys that comes wants to sex you. Some just want to be your friend or they really just want to be your friend.
I am fragile. My heart is fragile. I am continuously giving out a part of my emotion openly to another without me knowing that I am carelessly handled and placed the wrong side up. I am easily broken when not handled cautiously. It is difficult to put your pieces together and be broken again into smaller pieces. I am difficult to deal with especially when my emotion comes into play. I am like this. And I don’t think I can ever change the way I am. I am fragile. My heart is fragile. I am difficult. If no one can ever live with it, what more can I?
And this is, to me, how a #selfie should look-like.
Right now, I have this strong urge to construct a vast, and quite impenetrable barrier around my fucking self. Or maybe, I already have one, I just need to reinforce it with more fuck and shit so that I can be protected from the fuck and shit of the world. I will paint my barrier with a thick coat of condescension and sarcasm. The roof will be built and painted with similar materials as the wall, however, a finishing coat of ultraviolet ass will be applied as it will protect me from the sun’s bitchy rays.
Secretly, very secretly, I hope to find someone who will destroy my built wall and be each other’s wall instead. However very unlikely, I still have my hopes up. As high as my wall.