dear me broken up with melvin recently.
we're still friends
and no we wont get back 2gther...
i did love him,
but i cant take the pressure.
his suffocation and paranoia is finally over..
it made me wonder if LOVE in its presumptive definition actually exists.
and now, im telling u no, it DOES NOT... EXIST.
"LOVE"
i swear its so painfully tormenting
yet im always coming back for more.
we all do. why?
and they say its human nature.
its freakin self mutilation.
or at least it shares the psychology behind
does that mean that at least 90% of us are retards?
and the remaining 10% being a higher class of humans who are spared
hmmmm... THEN I ADORE THE COMPLETELY INSANE
MY THEORY IS, the insane-er you are, the more detached and thus the happier you'l b in your own world.
no more sadness, no expectations
no pressure for success or to look good or please other people
ABSOLUTE TRANQUILITY.
all the more, i shall deliberately fall into Love's trap
it drives me crazy
and thats just what i need.