Illusion, disillusion, what is the difference? Diving in delusion, more than an illusion. Sick in the head, sick in the brain. Sick of trying in vain. Sick of trying and failing. Sick of fooling myself that this is it.
When will this ever end? How many times before calling it an official end? And how many times before I see my efforts grow?
I hate falling in love because it makes me vulnerable. I hate that it makes me susceptible. Hate it when I like someone and that person doesn't like me back. I hate it that I take it as a personal attack. I hate seeing couples happy. I hate myself for feeling envy. I hate the thought of dying alone. Worse than the idea of being on my own.
Illusion, delusion. What is the difference?
