"Cause we can't go back now..."

I think one of the most difficult parts of all this is the realization that we never fit together. Sure, we were good with each other and in some ways, I think, good for each other, but what does that amount too, really? Socially, we associate with completely different crowds and have completely different expectations of people. I see now that this one simple fact led to numerous disagreements, arguments, and misunderstandings. I guess it really is the little things...


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"You're the reason that I can't shake this..."

I'm torn. On one hand, I'm glad you're happy and know that me getting out of the way has at the very least something to do with it. That's why I got out of the way in the first place. On the other hand, it seems like you moved on really quickly while I'm still a little hung up on this. Sometimes when I can't keep myself from thinking about it, I feel like I can't believe anything you ever said to me, like it was a front. It doesn't make sense why you'd ever do such a thing, but nothing I fucking think seems to make any sense nowadays anyways.


Florida can't get here soon enough...
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"There is no love, just appetite..."

The things that have happened to me recently have opened my eyes. Wide. They've changed me, set me on a life path that I couldn't have dreamed of a year ago, and put things in my future that are incredibly exciting. With that said, the obstacles in the way have sort of left me stuck right where I am for a while, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, it's just given me alot of time to think. Whether that is good or bad is really not up to me I suppose.
What is love? Where does it come from? Does it have a finite beginning and ending point? Who knows, really? I'm burnt out with the idea actually. Love is such a funny word. It translates to 8 different words in Arabic. It has too many meanings for just one word. I'll always believe in a brotherly love between all humans that can rise up and take out any foe. That love will never die in me, regardless of how much the general public wears on me. But this love that consists of two people who were set on the same path, this romantic love, I don't think I can believe in it nor fight for it any longer. Talking to a close friend about this recently, I realized that outside of my near-death car accident, every major catastrophic moment in my life has been a result of aforementioned 'love.' Emotional breakdown, depression, anxiety, suicidal tendencies... call me emo, but it's the fucking truth. Well, I will no longer allow such false hopes and strong emotion get in the way of what's best for me. I'm not going to alter my life in any way just to get hurt. Just to watch someone move on and take off and leave me wondering if the plans made were ever a good idea in the first place. In a nutshell, I'm basically a lone wolf now. I refuse to ever believe that I can't do better on my own. I refuse to think that I need someone, but really isn't that what this love essentially is? A need? A longing? I will long no more.


"There is no love, just appetite, and its consequences keep you up at night. Well, appetite is lust at best, and it's up to us to figure out the rest."

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