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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

That fucking four letter word

I think it's the most stupid ridiculous rubbish pointless feeling humans can ever experience.
It makes you look stupid.
It makes you do stupid things.
It makes you do utterly embarrassing things.
It makes you pathetic. So fucking pathetic.
It makes your heart hurt like it's been stabbed with a thousand blunt knives, stuffed into a meat shredder, ran over by a steamroller lubricated with fresh volcano lava from hell, and have a rotten durian rolled back and forth on it, all at the same time.
I often ask myself, how do you know it's love? How do you know it's not just another crush? How do you know it's not lust?
I don't really know to be honest.
I don't think I've ever been in love.
But the pain I'm feeling right now is exactly how I just described above.
I don't think it's love.
I just fucking miss you. That's all.
I wonder if you ever thought of me at all?

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