Sometimes I wonder how I got to the moment that I am right now. How did I get all these crazy, depressing, and abstract thoughts. What was it that made me think of things that people rarely think about? Why do things mean more to me than they do for others? Am I just different? Is there something wrong with me? I honestly don’t know where it even started.
you know what I don’t understand? People who tumble, tweet, and post status updates about love, and how they want a love like this, or a love like that, or whatever. I just can’t believe that they are unable to see the people that want to love them, that would die at the chance of loving them or whatever. Like, take a second and look around at the people around you, there are plenty of people dying to love you as much as humanly possible. They are dying to treat you the way you want to be treated, and to spend every waking moment with you.
It just doesn’t make sense to me, because often times, when people are presented with someone like that, they choose otherwise.
Human love isn’t perfect, I don’t think people understand that. If a perfect love is what you’re looking for, you won’t find it in people.
Honestly, I feel like I have a fair amount of ‘good’ friends. Like, friends that are accepting,caring, etc. But I don’t think I have any ‘best’ friends. Like someone that you say, ‘OMG IF I WON A VACATION TO WHERE EVER FOR ME AND A FRIEND, I WOULD BRING THIS SPECIFIC PERSON.’ Like I just don’t have that person.
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