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It is strange to realize that someone you held dear really is nothing at all like how you thought they were. To have given the benefit of the doubt for so long only to realize that the person you appreciated is a fantasy is overwhelming. It is even harder to break that habit. It does hurt when they show you that they are everything you didn't want. It would be easier to forget, but it is such a nice image that it is easier to remember. True dissapointment is an overwhelming feeling. Especially when the fantasy you created was one of the only things you really appreciate. So few people live up to my standards that I create a few that do. To give me hope in people. To love and to hate are almost the same exact things. I love people. They dont love themselves anymore. The standards are gone. It seems like now people are more excited about their excuses than the things they dont need to excuse.