i just realized that i was a poser. shit. that i was a die hard member of the philophobic society, those afraid to fall in love. i was actually in love all the time, afraid to fall out of love. and that idea always keeps me in trouble. kept me in valleys of pain, rivers of tears and endless lies. that i always dream about someone with the qualities i look for in a partner, even just one quality would be pathetically enough for me and that's how i end up in bullshit relationships. shit noh? but also i realized that unpredictability and inconsistency is good for a relationship. that it's not actually bad as i always thought it was. predictability and consistency is alsmost synonymous to boredom. boredom is lack of creativity and imagination, lack of that stops growth, and would lead to a platonic, stagnant and unsuccessful relationship....
but i still hate mysteries.
and i'm really giving in with the thought of being a feminist.
haha
laugh.
laugh,
laugh?
laugh!
LAUGH!!!
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