To me, love is painful. And I never want to fall in love. Do I sound bitter? Well I am, but I don’t mean to sound that way because the case of my bitterness isn’t what’s fueling my decision. I’ve seen love, and all of its casualties up close, and in my eyes all it does is harm someone. You’re happy for 20% of the time and the other 80% you’re left worrying, crying, angry, or worse. What’s 20% even worth to that much pain? And what happens afterwards? When they destroy you, when they break you in two? You sit in your room for god knows how long sobbing, cursing the day that you ever liked that person to begin with. How do you wish for love, when in the end, it only kills you?
How do you wish for love, when in the end…it ends?
So yes, this is just a prologue. the funny thing is i have no idea what im doing on this site or what im gunna do with this story. so bare with me, and tell me what you think? and when i say i dont knwo what im doing on this site i mean, i litteraly dont know what im doing. like how do i do things and whatever. im just learning haha. so yah... lol
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