A couple of weeks ago I got a fortune...'Without love, what is life.' Is what it said. Now am I to interpret this message because I have essentially given up on love, ceased to believe that anyone will ever love me enough to keep me. Or do I assume it means to keep loving the one who might never tell me he loves me. How strange it is to dream your whole life of that white picket fence and start to realize that not only will you lack the gleaming, white one but you probably won't even have a broken one. Is it my intensity that drive men away, my assuredness, my intelligence...? Or can they see that I don't believe anymore. I don't even trust myself with the nice men anymore. I mean do I not like them because I am stopping myself or because I just don't. I just don't know anymore. I'm afraid that being hurt makes me hurt other people. To keep them at that distance. You can't break a heart that's already broken. But can you really heal it?
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mr_misfortune:
That guy above me is right. I was feeling like that before in my early twenties, but as time passes its not so bad and your chances of finding some one gets better. You never know what you will find and being negative about it just increases your chance of never finding something happy because you have blinders on.
demonesskage:
I know how you feel dear. The right one will turn up eventually. It's a matter of patience, and right now, you've got all the time in the world. Focus on treating yourself, and having fun!