my birthday is in like two and a half months and I’m not sure if by now I should have figured out what love is yet… cuz every time I think I got it, it ends with me very angry and my good friend hindsight makes a 47 slide powerpoint on all the reasons why it was in fact not love and I am simply an idiot. maybe I just want to be loved so badly that I will call anything love. or I just love so easily I refuse to call it love when I’ve been hurt and look back on how quickly I gave my heart away. young and stupid and desperate to matter to someone the way they matter to me. and by golly is that a pitiful desire to have.