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so i expected that coming home would help me clear my head and lift the weight thats been on my chest, but sadly it seems to have the opposite effect. due to recent (and unrecent, i guess depending on the way you look at things) events in relationships in my life, my own, my friends, my mom and stepdad, basically the entire world around me, i've been led to one conclusion:
love is a misfortune. love is not blind, its unbelieving.
i'm not trying to be debbie downer or anything, but its fucking reality. when you love someone, you're on a high, but it doesn't last forever. at some point you'll have to come down, sometimes crashing. from up there, there's no where to go but down. all good things come to an end? we try so hard for something, knowing the end is inevitable, but nevertheless ignore the fact. things never seem to work out any more, and infidelity is commonplace.
solution: let's all be asexual and have tube babies to sustain the population. the world is overpopulated anyway, and babies smell like poop.
i guess this is fitting...
love is a misfortune. love is not blind, its unbelieving.
i'm not trying to be debbie downer or anything, but its fucking reality. when you love someone, you're on a high, but it doesn't last forever. at some point you'll have to come down, sometimes crashing. from up there, there's no where to go but down. all good things come to an end? we try so hard for something, knowing the end is inevitable, but nevertheless ignore the fact. things never seem to work out any more, and infidelity is commonplace.
solution: let's all be asexual and have tube babies to sustain the population. the world is overpopulated anyway, and babies smell like poop.
i guess this is fitting...
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