Love sucks
Being in love sucks. More specifically, being in love with someone who refuses to admit they love you back sucks. I have joined the damned of my generation apparently, spending about six months falling in love with someone only to be told: "it's only casual," "I don't do feelings" and "you're getting too attached." Maybe I come from a different planet, or maybe I'm just crazy, but to me, falling in love is second nature. It happens, regardless of whether or not I want it to, and I definitely can't control it. I fall for the wrong people, I'm told. What does that even mean, "the wrong people?" I don't believe that there's right and wrong people. Yeah, OK, maybe that's naive of me, but I'm pretty sure you can't help who you're attracted to - otherwise those religious folk might have a leg to stand on when they try to "pray the gay away." We would sit and just talk for hours on end, look ...
