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Wednesday, June 23
love is...
so many ppl ard me r in love sometimes really make me wonder wat the hell is this big thing abt it...i can easily name 5 6 ppl whu r in the love river...sometimes beign single is gd like u can go any where and u dun have to report or have a commitment to anyone but on the other hand to have a person whu caer abt u and be there for u is also nto bad..guess the closest to this will be frens but wth fren whu r attached r not much diff...think it is true tt ppl change when they r attached...been there seen them moved ard them...dun give them a choice to choose betw u and their other half..1 it is a v hard choice which i think and i hope i have not given my attached fren this hard choice be4....2 i think i will still lose to the stead so y even make me and them feel bad...
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up these defenses, you build this whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own any more. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darknes, so working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
--Neil Gaiman--
love....
wat is it?
i don't care,
do u?
maybe u do...
maybe i will...
maybe it will come,
till tt day,
i stay the way i am.
zhen slammed at 15:43
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