Tuesday, 22 December 2009

Understanding nothing but the fairy tales and lies

I don't think i know how to love anymore.
I don't think i even believe in it. How can it possibly exist? Surely i would have found it by now if it was real.

Love is for fairy tales. It's what they tell you when you're younger so you have a reason to grow up, a reason to believe.

It's something they tell you to make you believe that you won't always be on your own, but what if being on your own is the only way you're ever going to be happy; the only way you're ever going to believe that you're not going to get hurt again, the only way to protect you?

You didn't just take away my belief but you took away my every reason to believe in the first place.

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