love rant

I was in love for a really long time. Or… I thought I was in love. Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. I’m sure if I asked the so-called experts on this subject, or bothered to read a woman’s magazine… I might have a definite answer. Right now, I’m not even sure if “love” exists.

Your guts are tied in knots. Your heart is racing. This happens every time.

I want to feel something different. I’m tired of the same start and finish. I’m tired of repeating motions and phrases. I want something new new new, and I want it now now now.

I’ve used up all my best lines. (All my best lines are stolen.)

I either feel everything or nothing. When I feel everything, nothing happens. When I feel nothing… well… that’s when things get complicated.

I don’t believe in traditional romance. Or rather, it doesn’t make me excited or feel special at all. What you see in movies, happens only in movies. What happens in real life, happens all the time.

I tend to fall for my friends because friends are easy to fall in love with. You can do anything with your friends. Relationships tend to follow the same formula every single time.

I get bored easy. Or rather, I like a lot of things.

I’m not typical. I’m not traditional. I’m not interested.

*sigh*

I’m hopelessly romantic and my cause is hopeless.

Romance and love are lost in me.