We walk down the dead streets. It looks like the Zombie Apocalypse and WW3 paired up to make perfect hell. We walk by a police station and they seem to have free food and cots set up for people like Lizzy and I. The homeless. Truly, I don't think we will ever stop being homeless. We will never find a real home. Just a house. Never find a real Mom and Dad. Just legal guardians. Never real brothers and sisters. Just people that we might possibly happen to live with.
No one really tells you how much life truly sucks. What's the meaning of life? The most asked question by humanity. No one really answers it. People try, and fail miserably. Some take the religious route and say that since Jesus died for our sins, we owe to God to live each day for him. I'm totally for that explanation but, what made God want to create Earth in the first place? What made him want to put humans and animals on it in the first place? It's a hard question to ponder and it'll really make your head split if you get stuck on such a thing. Think about it in the most simplest way for a second. We were born. Forget all of ages 0-4 but see plenty of home videos of our unrecognizable selves leaking something. That something being pee, poop, snot, or drool. Then, we become children and give a damn less what's happening to us. Once we move onto our wonderful teenage years, we're moody, sleepy, and want to eat a lot. Like, A LOT. We feel stuck at the same age and feel like we're never treated right. Once we turn twenty, (women) we get pregnant by the 'love of our lives'. Once we share the joyful news, Prince Charming runs away for the ugly step sister. When your monthly visitor comes, that douche come running back with the ' I love you's'. From there, it's all down hill and the wrinkles start to form and you die. The point is, life really sucks. It just does. But we have to power through it. Because life's a game, and love is a prize. Somehow, we humans put up with all this shit for love. Love holds us together. Love for one another, love for ourselves, love for anything. But the down side is: love makes you weak. Weak as hell. It makes you cry. It makes you run off with Prince Charming only to know that he's going to leave you, and chase you back, and rip your heart to shreds over and over and over again. Love doesn't fix anything. It makes things worse. Why does love have to be the prize of life? When was the last time you loved someone and it actually worked out for you? The one and only person I love is Lizzy. I love Lizzy because I'm willing to be weak for her. I'm willing to put up with all the side affects of love for her. I still have to be strong. I have to be strong for myself, for Lizzy, for anyone else who needs someone it lean on. I'm not going to love the people who lean on me because I'm not willing to be weak for them. The real question in life isn't really 'who do you love?' it's 'who are you willing to be weak for?'
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(A/N) personally, I think this is my favorite chapter so far.
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Just A Girl Thing
Genç Kurgu"The question in life really isn't 'Who do you love?' It's 'Who are you willing to be weak for?'"
