I don't know why I still do what I do. Everything ends the same way, it's truly insanity. Every time I develop feelings for someone they only hurt me and continue to hurt me, but I do it anyways I allow myself to think it'll be different this time, that the next person will be different, but they're all the same. They all make it seem like there could be something there like the feelings are mutual but their not. They're always fake leads that only make you hurt more and more. They fill you with false happiness that disappears as quickly as they manifest. It's all just a big game the constant back and forth. Sometimes it makes you think what's so wrong with you, why are you the one stuck behind while everyone else has found someone.
But sometimes someone special walks into your life. Someone who takes you for what you are and loves your inequalities and flaws. Someone who pulls you up and outta of the cold dark and strengthens you as you strengthen them.
It may seem hopeless like a stupid endless cycle of pain, but one day you'll find the right person.
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A collection of stupid Vociferates
General FictionAn account of another misguided hand fueled by late night contemplation