a theory proven right (but still somehow wrong) comparing men with animals, or cows in particular (think: the movie "someonelikeyou"). the root of it all is that it stemmed from anger/hatred and simple cynicism of a much heated subject. someday i will be that bitter bitter woman. someday does not sound too appealing.
there is nothing to be said or done; some people are just not meant to be together. nothing more to chase, change, fight, or be sad about. reality fucking chewed your heart and then spat out the remains in the gutter. it happens. simple. but.
when you don't have anything, won't everything come back to you?
not at once, but slowly. if you have everything already, nothing will come to you. nothing that seems worthy of your time (because cynic or not, everyone is, as a cosmetic brand puts it, 'worth it'). my point is, everything will come back to you in the end. ahh, end. that word again. i think it's been used enough, yeah.
i feel so liberated.
whatever it is, he's not gonna be the last person i love.
and that, that makes me feel so fucking good.