Have you ever been in love?
Horrible, isn't it?
It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "Maybe we should just be friends" or "How very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way to your heart.
It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that.
Especially not love.
I hate love.
- Neil Gaiman, Sandman: The Kindly Ones
Really like this passage. It's not the normal angst you typically see around. It does hold some truth, at least for people around my age too.
I am still an advocate of love though. =)
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Pretty much slacked through school today. Posting is out tomorrow. Esther is trying to get us to go to school to get our posting results, citing "it's faster" as the chief reason. I think it's a trap. Once we get there they'll chain us to pillars and force everyone to at least appeal to mj.
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Did however, end up going home late since I stayed in school to joke around with random people. Finally did tell some people what they needed to hear too. Which was kind of hard last week. All I needed was some peer pressure.
And I have yet to understand the MRT game.
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Lots of people are concerned about my toes. People, let me assure you : It is not that painful. Try it if you don't believe me.
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I am still confused. Either that, or my brain is still numb.
Horrible, isn't it?
It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...
You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "Maybe we should just be friends" or "How very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way to your heart.
It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that.
Especially not love.
I hate love.
- Neil Gaiman, Sandman: The Kindly Ones
Really like this passage. It's not the normal angst you typically see around. It does hold some truth, at least for people around my age too.
I am still an advocate of love though. =)
---
Pretty much slacked through school today. Posting is out tomorrow. Esther is trying to get us to go to school to get our posting results, citing "it's faster" as the chief reason. I think it's a trap. Once we get there they'll chain us to pillars and force everyone to at least appeal to mj.
---
Did however, end up going home late since I stayed in school to joke around with random people. Finally did tell some people what they needed to hear too. Which was kind of hard last week. All I needed was some peer pressure.
And I have yet to understand the MRT game.
---
Lots of people are concerned about my toes. People, let me assure you : It is not that painful. Try it if you don't believe me.
---
I am still confused. Either that, or my brain is still numb.
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