A very badly written rant blog from the POV of an emotional pessimist
These are the days when i want to stop. When i am remembered of this place i fear will always be in. In a relationship, always always, inevitably, there will be that certain one who will “love the other more”. Definition of love aside, that’s a whole new blog altogether, what i mean is… no matter how tiny and insignificant the difference is, someone will always be willing to give more, to sacrifice more, to put to the other first and all the other more more more’s you can think of. Oh and dear reader, if it’s not him/her, obviously, it’s you.
Unfortunately (yes, i think of it as unfortunate) in my case, that person is me. Kudos to those who think of it as fortunate, that love is a wonderful thing, and just love to love and live in a beautiful tiny cottage in the middle of the forest full of rainbows and butterflies… Yey hooray for you… But as i am in my melancholic mood, allow me to say that remembering this inevitable place i am in is like stepping on a fresh pile of cat shit. (i heard cat shit is the worst). It sucks. and it’s gross.
So right now, a million boo’s to all those in this position. Sometimes, I still wonder if maybe someone will ever come and rescue me from this hell hole. Maybe someone out there will love me with the love i deserve… or whatever. Probably just a bad day.
