Right now, I'm sitting in my ex's house with his parents and brother. I know why I'm here, it's to keep me sane and to maybe get some sleep for the first time all week. The problem is that while I'm sitting here, I'm trying to work, but all the while, I'm wishing he was here. I say I don't believe in love...and at this point I don't, but when I was with him I knew it existed. I can't believe that I was able to feel something so strong that it changed my life. To feel something like that is unbelievable, but to lose it is unbearable. I'm sleeping in the bed that we shared and it's just not going to be the same without him next to me. I do miss him and I do still have him in my damn, good ole heart.
Hello Reader! It's been a while since I've wrote anything, but I guess I'll try this again. I'm not much of a blogger, and I usually don't have much to say so we'll see how it goes.
In the past few days of analyizing and the viewing of numerous sappy, cheesey love stories, I've realized that I just don't believe in love. You're probably thinking I'm crazy, but I'm not. Over my years, I've come up with nothing and all I hear is, "You'll find it when you lease expect it," "Hang in there, it will happen to you." I finally got tired of hearing it so I stopped talking about it. What I don't understand is why believe in something that only hurts you the most. I've started my 5th year in college and last real semester as a student,�and I think that I can handle anything from death to living on my own and supporting myself. But what throws me is this whole idea of love. It's all around me, driving me insane!! Why believe in such a bogus idea that some idiot made up because he just couldn't describe something.
Don't get me wrong here, I believe people can love many things like movies, animals, etc. What I'm talking about is this love you see between people. I don't get it. I'll admit that I've experienced what I think is love, but, as always, I got burned for the millionth time. That's why I stopped believing...
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