Love...that word has been getting me into trouble lately. It's a fucking bitch. I'm just going to give up. I'm tired of being confused. WHO FUCKING NEEDS LOVE ANYWAYS. It's just another four letter word that comes with all the extra pain and bullshit. It's not fair. He doesn't fucking see what he's doing to me, and he never will. You don't need to know who I'm talking about. I wish things could be better. I don't know...why am I bitching about it? Because I can. If only there were someone who understands me, who can keep up with me. There is, but he's just a close friend, and he's moving far away from me now. Every opportunity I get, I just blow it away.
I fucking despise long distant relationships. I've put up with it twice and damn things always fall apart in the end. Life's not easy, and love's not perfect. And of course, someone always gets hurt. I'm tired of getting hurt and I'm tired of hurting everyone else. It makes me feel like shit when I know I hurt someone that bad. But theres nothing I can do now. I can't take it all back. If I knew something bad was going to happen in the end, I wouldnt have gotten involved w/ someone so sensitive. But anyways, who needs love? Everyone...as much as I hate to admit it, no matter how bad it sucks...I'd be lost w/ out it. But it'll never be perfect.