I understand lust. I don't really feel lust, but I understand it. Another pleasure, another pain. Humans lust because our bodies were made this way. Well, most of them lust. Maybe I'm too young, maybe I'm too empty.
Maybe I don't care.
But, love? I don't get love. Love wasn't here, it's not a primal instinct like fear. Love was created by us, and get we still spend our entire lives looking for it. As someone who has never experienced this kind of "love" that has inspired so many people to create art, I just think it's useless.
We created love, and we can't even find it for ourselves. What the fuck even is love? Why must we fill holes inside us with such a stupid, human concept?
And don't even get me started on how society just makes you fall in love with the idea of love.
We spend our whole lives looking for something that we invented.
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Non-FictionWhat repressing your feelings until you finally explode looks like. What looking at the world through my eyes feels like. {disclaimer: this is not a story, just my thoughts. I don't update very often and I don't really mind people not reading this...
