I really hate hearing about love. Somehow I open myself up and set myself up to hear it. The pain makes you all the more lonely. I guess I allow it because I've never known what it's like without that pain with you everywhere you go. Does it ever go away, even when you know you are the one person for another?
The thing with love is that there are so many different types. I know my friends and family love me. Some strangers may think I'm pretty but that's not love. Some people who see me may care for what could happen to me, but that's not love. At least those aren't the types of love I really want. When do you ever get what you want.
Poeple say that you must first love yourself before you can e truly loved. If that were true love wouldn't exist. People can't be perfect, it's a well-known fact. Forgiving is what makes us so speical. All animals can love, but have you ever seen anything else forgive? Sure, maybe nature forgives, but what about things we can measure and see with our own eyes, that we know for a fact exist...... but then again do we know if it exists? Is there really a mirror that fits all?
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