First post in a long while o_o
So yeah, I've been on my little writing sprees lately and since I always figure putting up stories here is the best {just in case my computer decides to implode/explode}, this is a new story I've been working on. It happens to be titled:
A Hopeless Romantic’s Walk Through Life:
Based on a Really Depressing, But True, Story
***CYNICISM INCLUDED FREE OF CHARGE!***
So, I hope anyone who reads this happens to enjoy! Feel free to comment with your thoughts about it. This happens to be the introduction.
-------Intro: Enter, Heartbreak-------
Love. What a load of bullshit.
They always tell us that everything is going to be just fine. I don't know how many girls have told me that 'he's just another guy'. Yeah, another guy I spent over a year loving and spending time with. Another guy I expected to spend more than just that year with. Another guy who I didn't plan on losing any time soon. I mean, I realize it's tough to figure out what to say after a break-up, but really, you could come up with something better than 'he's just another guy'.
Guys aren't much better with what they say actually. Every single one of my guy friends, mostly the straight ones since half of the gay ones just said exactly what the girls said, said, "Don't worry kid. You're one in a million. And your better half is out there somewhere." And I'll tell anyone reading this the same exact thing that I tell them. I really doubt there are actually six-thousand people exactly like me. And who says a better half really exists? I mean, how can you put yourself out there if you're only half a person. I know it sounds insane, but think about it. If you're not complete and able to maintain yourself as a whole, how can you expect to have the stability to invite someone else into your life? Yeah, two halves make a whole, but I like to think of things more as two become one.
So, I'm sure you're probably thinking, "What the fuck is wrong with this girl and all her mixed emotions?" You're not wrong for having these thoughts, but just go easy on me. Break-ups aren't always the easiest thing to handle as I'm sure plenty of you would know. Whether you're a man or a woman, a teen or adult, you know how crazy getting dumped can be, even if you knew it was coming. Or didn't. Truth be told, I'm not exactly sure what just happened. So right now, my brain is filled with my usual thoughts of cynicism along with a dash of my hopeless romantic. And, you know, that longing to commit defenestration, which for those of you who may not know, is throwing yourself out a window. Sounds great right about now. No it doesn't. I hate men. But I really don't. Why can't things just be a little easier on me for once?
- - -
Sorry about that; somewhat of an emotional breakdown. I had to rush over to the bathroom and stop writing for a second. If you could see me now, you'd see red eyes, a few dried out streams of tears running down my cheeks, some really messed up make-up, and more than enough hairs out of place. It's not that I've been crying that much, because I haven't, but it's just the fact that the few tears that escaped me along with my mini-breakdown pretty much destroyed me on their own.
A few weeks, scratch that, a few days ago, you would've seen a girl skipping down a sidewalk on a rainy day, umbrella in hand and hair flowing along with the wind, a few raindrops latching onto the dark brown strands. You'd see a girl who couldn't wait to get to her destination. To the location she desired the most. To the man she couldn't resist. The man she hoped to spend an eternity with. A girl, who didn't know what was coming, and who had her heart set on loving him for a long time to come. A girl, naive and foolish, who expected these feelings to be the same in his heart. A girl, not so innocent, but unsullied enough to believe in true love yet again, to have hope for this time around, even though she’d had so many rough experiences in the past.
There’s a song that says that love will keep us together, but I’ve never agreed with that. You can think of someone all the time, but that doesn’t mean that they’ll be thinking about you all the time. You can’t just look into someone’s heart and let love keep you together. Love won’t keep anything together; especially not if it’s unrequited. Then again, what isn’t unrequited nowadays? I can head to a candy shop and want all of those sweets so bad, but I’m pretty sure that the candy isn’t about to jump off the shelves and run into my arms to reciprocate their love for me even though it’s my one desire at the moment. I’m not going to be one of those people who lies and tells you that unrequited love is natural because it fucking isn’t. Just because something is there doesn’t mean it should be. Girls shouldn’t have to sit in flower fields picking endless amounts of daisies just to pull off their petals until they finally get a ‘he loves me’ out of it instead of yet another ‘he loves me not’.
So, now you get what you’ve probably been waiting for this entire time; the actual story. Every little heart-wrenching detail, every little instant of romance, every single moment that made my heart flutter and filled my stomach with butterflies, every single thought that made me scared to lose him, and that flash of who knows what that ended it all.
This is a true story. Any names and places that seem familiar probably are. Forget anything that you’ve been told about me or about anyone that I’m about to talk about. It might be right and it might be wrong, but treat this like something new. Something you’ve never heard before about someone you’ve never met in your life. Just don’t forget, this isn’t your usual love story. It doesn’t exactly have a happy ending. There are sure as hell more than enough happy moments for one story to have, but it isn’t the ending you’d hope for.
Now where to begin? At the beginning, of course.
A Hopeless Romantic’s Walk Through Life:
Based on a Really Depressing, But True, Story
***CYNICISM INCLUDED FREE OF CHARGE!***
So, I hope anyone who reads this happens to enjoy! Feel free to comment with your thoughts about it. This happens to be the introduction.
-------Intro: Enter, Heartbreak-------
Love. What a load of bullshit.
They always tell us that everything is going to be just fine. I don't know how many girls have told me that 'he's just another guy'. Yeah, another guy I spent over a year loving and spending time with. Another guy I expected to spend more than just that year with. Another guy who I didn't plan on losing any time soon. I mean, I realize it's tough to figure out what to say after a break-up, but really, you could come up with something better than 'he's just another guy'.
Guys aren't much better with what they say actually. Every single one of my guy friends, mostly the straight ones since half of the gay ones just said exactly what the girls said, said, "Don't worry kid. You're one in a million. And your better half is out there somewhere." And I'll tell anyone reading this the same exact thing that I tell them. I really doubt there are actually six-thousand people exactly like me. And who says a better half really exists? I mean, how can you put yourself out there if you're only half a person. I know it sounds insane, but think about it. If you're not complete and able to maintain yourself as a whole, how can you expect to have the stability to invite someone else into your life? Yeah, two halves make a whole, but I like to think of things more as two become one.
So, I'm sure you're probably thinking, "What the fuck is wrong with this girl and all her mixed emotions?" You're not wrong for having these thoughts, but just go easy on me. Break-ups aren't always the easiest thing to handle as I'm sure plenty of you would know. Whether you're a man or a woman, a teen or adult, you know how crazy getting dumped can be, even if you knew it was coming. Or didn't. Truth be told, I'm not exactly sure what just happened. So right now, my brain is filled with my usual thoughts of cynicism along with a dash of my hopeless romantic. And, you know, that longing to commit defenestration, which for those of you who may not know, is throwing yourself out a window. Sounds great right about now. No it doesn't. I hate men. But I really don't. Why can't things just be a little easier on me for once?
- - -
Sorry about that; somewhat of an emotional breakdown. I had to rush over to the bathroom and stop writing for a second. If you could see me now, you'd see red eyes, a few dried out streams of tears running down my cheeks, some really messed up make-up, and more than enough hairs out of place. It's not that I've been crying that much, because I haven't, but it's just the fact that the few tears that escaped me along with my mini-breakdown pretty much destroyed me on their own.
A few weeks, scratch that, a few days ago, you would've seen a girl skipping down a sidewalk on a rainy day, umbrella in hand and hair flowing along with the wind, a few raindrops latching onto the dark brown strands. You'd see a girl who couldn't wait to get to her destination. To the location she desired the most. To the man she couldn't resist. The man she hoped to spend an eternity with. A girl, who didn't know what was coming, and who had her heart set on loving him for a long time to come. A girl, naive and foolish, who expected these feelings to be the same in his heart. A girl, not so innocent, but unsullied enough to believe in true love yet again, to have hope for this time around, even though she’d had so many rough experiences in the past.
There’s a song that says that love will keep us together, but I’ve never agreed with that. You can think of someone all the time, but that doesn’t mean that they’ll be thinking about you all the time. You can’t just look into someone’s heart and let love keep you together. Love won’t keep anything together; especially not if it’s unrequited. Then again, what isn’t unrequited nowadays? I can head to a candy shop and want all of those sweets so bad, but I’m pretty sure that the candy isn’t about to jump off the shelves and run into my arms to reciprocate their love for me even though it’s my one desire at the moment. I’m not going to be one of those people who lies and tells you that unrequited love is natural because it fucking isn’t. Just because something is there doesn’t mean it should be. Girls shouldn’t have to sit in flower fields picking endless amounts of daisies just to pull off their petals until they finally get a ‘he loves me’ out of it instead of yet another ‘he loves me not’.
So, now you get what you’ve probably been waiting for this entire time; the actual story. Every little heart-wrenching detail, every little instant of romance, every single moment that made my heart flutter and filled my stomach with butterflies, every single thought that made me scared to lose him, and that flash of who knows what that ended it all.
This is a true story. Any names and places that seem familiar probably are. Forget anything that you’ve been told about me or about anyone that I’m about to talk about. It might be right and it might be wrong, but treat this like something new. Something you’ve never heard before about someone you’ve never met in your life. Just don’t forget, this isn’t your usual love story. It doesn’t exactly have a happy ending. There are sure as hell more than enough happy moments for one story to have, but it isn’t the ending you’d hope for.
Now where to begin? At the beginning, of course.