so that's it
Realization has dawned. She got the best of me. I have nothing but a wasted year. More scars to show to noone in particular. More proof that love has no essential function.
I read somewhere that humans are psychologically designed to only be capable of staying with someone for only a couple of years. I thought the fine tapestry of history had proof otherwise. I tried to shake the thought, but it's true. Romeo and Juliet were lustful teen idiots, Don quixote was crazy, love story is bullshit.
So bring on the illness i've been staving off for years. Anything to kill the pain and boredom at this point. Anything at all. Anywhere. At any time.
My advice to you, o reader:
Never attempt nobility or the finer high road. Kill, crush, maim, devour. Lie. Use.
Because romanticism isn't worth a dirty penny culled from a fountain of wasted years, and love is a four letter word.
Nothing feels good right now.
I read somewhere that humans are psychologically designed to only be capable of staying with someone for only a couple of years. I thought the fine tapestry of history had proof otherwise. I tried to shake the thought, but it's true. Romeo and Juliet were lustful teen idiots, Don quixote was crazy, love story is bullshit.
So bring on the illness i've been staving off for years. Anything to kill the pain and boredom at this point. Anything at all. Anywhere. At any time.
My advice to you, o reader:
Never attempt nobility or the finer high road. Kill, crush, maim, devour. Lie. Use.
Because romanticism isn't worth a dirty penny culled from a fountain of wasted years, and love is a four letter word.
Nothing feels good right now.