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I hate it when i come to this, and sit here with a loss for words...but my brain is racked with so many stupid emotions.
Lately, all i really want to do, is cry....but I just can't seem to be able to work up the tears.
Interesting, huh?
Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more, if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.
I'm not saying that i necessarily argee with this fully...but there are some truths in it.