So many emotions. I should grasp this moment, shouldn't I. My Mac is fantastic. I have unfinished pieces in my documents. Chuck or continue? I should phrase that question with choices and decisions I have and made. Opportunities I ruined. I need to brush up my writing and pay my library dues. I need to read up.
I'm sorry floorballers. That's all I can say. I've been a let down. Probably I never was cut out for this.
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"The funny thing about love is that it just comes. Well maybe smaller first. Teachers never told you what love was, how it looked like or when it would come. Puberty, for one thing, they sure embarrassingly did. Parents told you green man was walk. Red man was pause. Traffic. They taught you the times table. Your numbers your alphabets. But when it came to love, everyone said wait.
I fall in love too easy. Everyone does. Everyone says "Learn to smile and everything will be fine."
And I'm here to tell you. Wearing a fake smile is like wearing a costume for Halloween. At the end of the day, everyone knows it's not real. Or at least, your conscience gets to you. So really. Learning to smile? Spit. It's utter crap. We've been broken, everyone has. We've broken vases, we've broken rules, we've broken bones. We can compensate for a broken vase. We can get punished to learn our lessons. We can wear a cast and let time heal your wounds. But a broken heart? Not fatal. Not a classified disease. Not contagious. Just comes and hits you like a train. Live or die? Fate decides.
We're just kept dangling. Like cobwebs.
Soon the holes in hearts begin to expand. It just engulfs them. Because they are weak.
Everyone's been lonely, everyone wants to get the boy of her dreams. I'm no exception.
But plainly put.
If one day you see a fucking gorgeous pair of shorts in the shop window. They're not cheap. You're not sure if they're your size. But it's the only one left. You beg your parents for it. But your offer, your pleas, your tries, they're all firmly turned down. If you were 4. You'd be wailing.
We all want things that 97% of the time, we can't get. Sometimes, we get over it. Sometimes, maybe not. But a guy isn't something you can save up for. A guy isn't something you can wait until Christmas. So.
Don't fake a smile. If he's said no, pick up the pieces and go.
Sometimes. There'll never be a point in waiting. It isn't Hollywood and hell yeah it's gonna make you cry."
End of the day: He's probably gonna die and there'll be no happy ending.