I shouldn’t complain my loneliness, because it is all self-applied, The feelings i want to nourish, They were all made up of such lies, For it was i who imagined to be yours, And it was i who longed to be loved, The joy of wanting a partner, I pretend to smile at you through a mirror, I was foolish enough to let these emotions get to my head, Although in some aspects I don’t think we have ever properly met, In the distance of your glory all that i see, Was another fate that was just not meant to be.
I guess i enjoy spending my saturday nights occasionally watching romantic comedies and reading jane austen, just squeezing my lonely heart unconsciously in pain, why do i enjoy it? I have no idea, but I can’t complain about it too much, if I’m able to dig this unnecessary thoughs up, then i should be able to fill back.