So I'm intense.
I had to receive a knife to my chest tonight to realize that.
And what twisted the blade even more? Knowing that the one person in this world that I love enough to give up everything to be with doesn't love me back.
She said she never could. She told me to my face tonight that she could never love me the way that I love her. Ever. Period.
The Virgo. Doesn't. Love. Me.
Not in that way. Damn. She sees me as a "warm and fuzzy friend".
What the shit is that?
That's three times in 10 years I have had someone tell me that they don't love me the way that I love them. So now, I've got to figure out a way to not love as intensely.
I can't keep going through this.
I am SO tired of being in love - at least, while nobody is in love with me. If things don't change for me, I'm gonna marry the first woman who tells me she loves me as much as I love her, and she's gonna treat me like shit, because she will have given me what I have built up in my mind as the end-all, be-all of human existence. She won't respect me, 'cause you can't respect somebody who kisses your ass. It just doesn't work. © Ferris Bueller
I just got off the phone with my cousin. Guess what?
Yeah, she said I was intense too. Ain't this some shit?
I'm intense. That's bullshit. I am a lover. I love wholeheartedly. If that's intense, then fine, so be it, I will not change who I am, because changing who I am will make me become an asshole. An asshole of epic proportions. But not to worry. I'm leaving Love behind.
If I had to choose between Love and a .38 right now, I would choose the .38 and put it right to the dome.
Excuse my bluntness, but fuck Love. I'm moving to Cynicville.