i realise that no matter what, i do believe in love. i have to. it's the only way i know.

in dreams you lose the heartache, whatever you wish for you keep

im miserable

im so miserable. i really am. i need to put a stop to this bullshit right now.

sometimes i think loneliness is abit like dying a little everyday

fuck it. i like allen. everyone can just fuck the fuck off. i dont give a damn.

this article squeezes my heart into a tight sad ball:
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/why-you-are-wrong-for-me/

i want a cynical, arms length relationship. but im not broken.

hard to kill, easy to live with.

im not hard hearted. i know that hurt and sadness lasts only until you stop wishing for the hurt to stop. i know that in love, unrealised hope is a bigger monster and harder to kill than crushing pain. i know that the only alternative to hurt and loss is purgatory. the former is always inevitable, why take a longer time avoiding it?