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Here lies my thoughts, feelings, loves, woes, tales, truths, fears, and dreams. Writing has been a place for me to test my boundaries, experiment with everything people don't accept me to be in person. With text, I am free.


Saturday, April 23, 2011

I refuse

to be a part of this culture that demeans love.

Games, lack of communication, what is this bullshit? What about just genuinely always looking out for another other than just being so fascinated with how they make you feel? What about getting to know someone without putting up any sort of flirtatious front? What about the natural order or things?

It's just so annoying. This... what does that text mean? Or... I'm mad at them because they haven't been paying enough attention to me. Why? Can't you just be grateful and happy to have the chance to even have that person in your life? Can't you just be willing to treat them with the utmost love and respect with expectation to be treated the same?

Everyone is so god damn selfish when it comes to "love." I fear that it no longer possesses depth. I fear it no longer means anything of value.

Exhibit A:
5 DEADLY TERMS USED BY A WOMAN
(1) FINE - this is the word women use to end an argument when she knows she is RIGHT & YOU need to SHUT UP.
(2) NOTHING - means SOMETHING & u need to be WORRIED.
(3) GO AHEAD - this is a dare, not permission, do NOT do it.
(4) WHATEVER - is a woman's way of saying SCREW YOU.
(5) THAT'S OK - she is thinking long & hard on HOW & WHEN you will pay for your mistake.

Gross.

Exhibit B:
DEAR MEN: Is it Genetically encoded in you to lie, decieve, and just generally disappoint?

Nasty.

Exhibit C:
I'm giving up love for lent.

Seriously?


I guess I'll just never understand. I was like this when I was fifteen. Fifteen and thought I knew everything. Fifteen and blind. Fifteen and clueless.

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