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the truth is i fall in love with almost every single girl i meet, the tall ones, the loud ones, the petite ones, the heartless ones and the caring ones, i'm vulnerable to them all, to the extent that i even surprise myself, at times. i can't help it, and this is no exaggeration. my love for these women is not immortal, i can assure you of that. it often transforms into extreme hate and disgust, i begin to loathe them and soon myself, i'm a disease, really. whilst my love is genuine, so is the pain i will inevitably suffer, because of it. at first, i become slowly obsessed, my affection is exponential, i say all the right things and i'm often not full of **** i can close my eyes and picture the next 6 years with this girl, my life is injected with unsurpassed happiness, and i plan never to let them go, its bliss. but then, something goes wrong. always. its normally minuscule- a slight rejection, a misinterpreted comment. my expectations are set too high, i know it. the cigarettes start, the depression kicks in, give me a beer a joint, my life seems so much worse than it is, i know it. i switch gears and become my worst enemy, i'll begin to ignore her, give her the cold shoulder, my hate unjustly grows, i'm a monster. her feelings are no longer priority, its all about me and my sadness. sometimes its justified. most of the time its pathetic, i know it. but you see, i'm an infectious parasite. for some reason, girls often respond desirably to my premature love, but for another reason, its the worst thing that ever happened to them, and me.
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Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 4:32 PM UTC
the truth
the truth is i fall in love with almost every single girl i meet, the tall ones, the loud ones, the petite ones, the heartless ones and the caring ones, i'm vulnerable to them all, to the extent that i even surprise myself, at times. i can't help it, and this is no exaggeration. my love for these women is not immortal, i can assure you of that. it often transforms into extreme hate and disgust, i begin to loathe them and soon myself, i'm a disease, really. whilst my love is genuine, so is the pain i will inevitably suffer, because of it. at first, i become slowly obsessed, my affection is exponential, i say all the right things and i'm often not full of **** i can close my eyes and picture the next 6 years with this girl, my life is injected with unsurpassed happiness, and i plan never to let them go, its bliss. but then, something goes wrong. always. its normally minuscule- a slight rejection, a misinterpreted comment. my expectations are set too high, i know it. the cigarettes start, the depression kicks in, give me a beer a joint, my life seems so much worse than it is, i know it. i switch gears and become my worst enemy, i'll begin to ignore her, give her the cold shoulder, my hate unjustly grows, i'm a monster. her feelings are no longer priority, its all about me and my sadness. sometimes its justified. most of the time its pathetic, i know it. but you see, i'm an infectious parasite. for some reason, girls often respond desirably to my premature love, but for another reason, its the worst thing that ever happened to them, and me.
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brays-maced
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 4:32 PM UTC
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