May 18, 2012 20:13
After having heard news about my cousin finally moving out together with her long time boyfriend, I started pondering about my own love life (or lack thereof).
I'm sort of envious in a way, because I picture them in this happy bubble made of, like, steel that no one can break or sneak into. I wish I had someone to love and who could love me back, but let's face it: who would even remotely like the mess that I am? Crazy, fat as hell, experienced at love as a toddler can be...
Oh but love is a nuisance. The more I rant about it the more I get sick of it. I also despise the idea of letting someone crawl into my world. I hate it with a passion. I feel like I am unable to share myself with others, especially men. Men are the reason. The unworhty pigs.
LORD you can almost hear Heart and Brain bickering!! I am clearly mental. You can't whine about not being likeable then go on and deem men unworthy of liking you... And realizing it only makes it worse!!
mentally unstable rei,
love rant