December 28, 2013
All that hard work towards making yourself stronger and more solid crumbles when you fall in love. Your defenses weaken and you are reduced to a sobbing, glass-eyed, jelly-knee hopeless romantic. I exaggerate. I want to take potshots at people who ridicule people who feel, I want to say hey asshole, who are you to laugh at me, to meddle? And to act like we're friends when all this time everything that comes out of your mouth had been lip service? I can live with misguided ridicule. What I can't tolerate is dishonesty and self-righteousness.