The tranquility of it all; the failure to see it, the failure to notice it. Blind by deception, blind by illusion. The blinding of oneself ...self torture...
But why are we so caught up on depending our happiness on others? why can’t we be happy because we decide to? We consistently make people our only source of happiness and we are consistently heartbroken when they let us down...
you can’t love someone like me someone so poisonous who will ruin everything good in your life you can’t love someone like me someone without remedy you can’t love someone who isn’t capable of loving . . .