"I love you" is eight letters, but then again... so is bullshit.
So about this little thing we're calling love...
You know what I think? I think it’s a waste of time. People always end up getting hurt, whether it’s because that person doesn’t return the feeling, or perhaps because they “love” someone else. Maybe they stop feeling that feeling altogether, there’s just nothing there, and they “lose interest”. Maybe you just never find that special someone, or perhaps they don’t exist. “There’s someone out there for everyone.” Yeah right, I think whoever made that up was either under the influence, or possibly experiencing a false mix of emotions, formerly know as “love”.
Maybe you think you’ve found that person, well how are you supposed to know if at feeling is mutual. It’s possible that they’re not telling the whole truth, have a couple skeletons in the closet, not telling you how they really feel. Even if you are positive that you’ve found Mr. or Mrs. Right, it could very well be upsetting someone else. They can't stand to see you together, happy and affectionate... but what do I know?
Nothings going to work out perfectly, theres no fairytales in real life, you don’t live happily ever after in the merry kingdom of life where everything’s FANTASTIC.
Love doesn't exist for me, maybe that's just because I'm pissed off, maybe that's just because I've never come face to face with it, or maybe it's just because I'm bitter and jealous.
Hatefully yours,
Ariel.