Love. It really defines us as people. Whether you love many, or you love a few, if it’s romance or just friends, and even if it’s new or old. The people you love and those who love you are a significant part of your person.
All I’ve ever wanted is to be loved- or even just to feel secure in the fact that my affections are reciprocated. I gave up for a whole year on finding love, and yet here I am again. I let myself trust again, and so I’m back in such a place that I’ll inevitably get hurt. I realize that I put far too much of myself in the hands of others, but for once I just want it to be worthwhile. I want something stable, something I can count on. I knew better, and I gave in, so now I’m watching myself fall for someone, and I’ve already fallen hard. I have a heavy feeling that it won’t last, but I can’t bring myself to end it while the pain is bearable. I have too much hope for this, and I did from the beginning, even though he warned me. I’m letting him slowly break my heart, and I only have myself to blame. I’m literally stuck inside 500 days of summer, except I’m Tom Hansen. This is the second time in a year.
Fuck. I’m just a broken record.

(end: rant/life story)

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