"24 May, 2011 - 9:00am — Yamamoto
Then why do you write sad poems if you are so happy?... That makes absouletely less sense than there being a old man in the sky who grants wishes...
No love is ripping you to pieces just like every other idiot and your are to blind to see it, but one day you will come bicthing on this site... and then I will be the first one to tell you in the most cold manner, that I fucking told you so.
Love is a piece of shit and that matters... I have never seen it, and so it's exsitance to me is as real as the extantiance of any silly deity that the human mind has ever deicded to make up."
(first off, swearing makes your argument much less credible.)
Yes, I come to this website to express my anger, fear, anxiety about life in general. Yes, as a human being I tend to be negative and to put myself down. And yes, I write "sad poetry" about it. That does not mean I am miserable 24/7. Most of the time, I'm pretty neutral and often happy.
Reminder: none of you know me in person.
I don't deny that I am occasionally ripped apart, "en lambeaux" as I once put it. Sometimes shit happens. Life isn't always perfect.
But at the end of the day my boyfriend cares so much about my happiness, when stuff gets me down he brings me back up. And I do my best to do the same. Yesterday, he moved mountains just to see me because I caused a big argument with everyone close to me, including him. He is kind, patient, loving. And for what it's worth, my eighteen-minus-one-day self would like to spend "forever" with him, whatever that means to you.
So yeah, if or when it ends I will be tattered. No denying that. But for now, I love him as he loves me. And if that changes it does not change the present. At some point, he & I will have loved each other.
Love is real.