Sometime in 2008
People don't understand that they can't understand exactly how you feel... and they can't
put themselves in your shoes unless they know exactly who you are... and who they are.
TALK ABOUT 'IMPOSSIBLE'!
A friend of a friend of a friend... and so on... had just gone through a terrible break up.
One of those kinds that would be great for some fucked up reality TV show.
Cheating, Lying, Violence, Tears, Heartache... all that shit.
And BOOM! It's over!
Done.
Two people... lost within themselves and each other now finally able to focus on their own
personal issues, most important... trying to find their paths.
She chose love. All she ever wanted. All she ever exspected this world to make her feel.
Loved.
Love like she had never felt before. Love that only she would know.
Love that was created by the universe to be received by her.
She wants love. She wants to be loved. The way she loves.
And she found it.
And she wants to be loved forever.
"Once upon a time there was a princess. With long pink hair.
And she wasted years and years and years on trying to create a perfect heart.
She hoped it would love her back the way she loved it. And every night after working
hours and hours, working her hands sore and bloody, she would kiss the imperfect heart
and pray for it to become real.
And then one day, when she was old and alone, the old wooden heart started beating.
And the old and exausted princess picked it up, held it in her hand, gave it one last kiss...
and started laughing...she couldn't stop laughing at her own misery
... she laughed so hard that her own heart stopped.
And she was dead."
- She wants to be loved forever. She wants to love him for ever.
No bullshit.
She refuses to die laughing at herself -
So they all told this friend of a friend of a friend that they understand. That this love she
felt was bad for her. They used words like 'obsession', 'jealousy', 'control'.
And she looked at herself in the mirror and she got angry. Really angry.
What the fuck do they know? Who the fuck asked them for their opinion?
And she looked at herself again, and she smiled.
She is glad that they don't understand. And that they think they do.
Use whatever fucked up words you know to explain how her life could be so much better without
that love she feels.
HAHAHAHA! Fuck you!
You don't know. And she knows that. She knows you just wish you could be the one receiving
the love.
But you can't. Because you are the old lady with the imperfect piece of shit of a life
in your hand. And you wish you could understand what you can do to be the one being loved.
HAHAHAHA! Fuck you!
You wish you could just have some sort of epiphany. A moment of clarity. So you wouldn't be
lonely and miserable.
You wish you could know what choices to make and what way to go. But it's not that easy.
And you know that. And it drives you crazy.
So even though, she cares about these people, that want her to think that love isn't real,
she refuses to listen.
Because she knows what she feels. And even though feelings can get confusing and frustrating...
she has no doubt...
She knows TRUE LOVE.
So...
HAHAHAHA! Fuck you!
...to be continued...
put themselves in your shoes unless they know exactly who you are... and who they are.
TALK ABOUT 'IMPOSSIBLE'!
A friend of a friend of a friend... and so on... had just gone through a terrible break up.
One of those kinds that would be great for some fucked up reality TV show.
Cheating, Lying, Violence, Tears, Heartache... all that shit.
And BOOM! It's over!
Done.
Two people... lost within themselves and each other now finally able to focus on their own
personal issues, most important... trying to find their paths.
She chose love. All she ever wanted. All she ever exspected this world to make her feel.
Loved.
Love like she had never felt before. Love that only she would know.
Love that was created by the universe to be received by her.
She wants love. She wants to be loved. The way she loves.
And she found it.
And she wants to be loved forever.
"Once upon a time there was a princess. With long pink hair.
And she wasted years and years and years on trying to create a perfect heart.
She hoped it would love her back the way she loved it. And every night after working
hours and hours, working her hands sore and bloody, she would kiss the imperfect heart
and pray for it to become real.
And then one day, when she was old and alone, the old wooden heart started beating.
And the old and exausted princess picked it up, held it in her hand, gave it one last kiss...
and started laughing...she couldn't stop laughing at her own misery
... she laughed so hard that her own heart stopped.
And she was dead."
- She wants to be loved forever. She wants to love him for ever.
No bullshit.
She refuses to die laughing at herself -
So they all told this friend of a friend of a friend that they understand. That this love she
felt was bad for her. They used words like 'obsession', 'jealousy', 'control'.
And she looked at herself in the mirror and she got angry. Really angry.
What the fuck do they know? Who the fuck asked them for their opinion?
And she looked at herself again, and she smiled.
She is glad that they don't understand. And that they think they do.
Use whatever fucked up words you know to explain how her life could be so much better without
that love she feels.
HAHAHAHA! Fuck you!
You don't know. And she knows that. She knows you just wish you could be the one receiving
the love.
But you can't. Because you are the old lady with the imperfect piece of shit of a life
in your hand. And you wish you could understand what you can do to be the one being loved.
HAHAHAHA! Fuck you!
You wish you could just have some sort of epiphany. A moment of clarity. So you wouldn't be
lonely and miserable.
You wish you could know what choices to make and what way to go. But it's not that easy.
And you know that. And it drives you crazy.
So even though, she cares about these people, that want her to think that love isn't real,
she refuses to listen.
Because she knows what she feels. And even though feelings can get confusing and frustrating...
she has no doubt...
She knows TRUE LOVE.
So...
HAHAHAHA! Fuck you!
...to be continued...
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