Oi... I dont post here much, do I? Well, here's my little rant for the day.
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Love fucking sucks. Seriously. I'm not talking lightly here...

So I'm an idiot and I fall in love with some asshole living 3 billion miles away. Me, being a very logical person, weights out all the possible outcomes and plunges head first into the little love game with full knowledge of what will happen. Logical, but not intelligent. You could say I'm the fool of all fools.

Things are flowery and fun for a bit. Conversations, lasting 3 hours a piece, commence for months on end with no break. However, the happy happy land they live in is about to disintigrate, as the man (from now on we shall call him "little worm") decides to go on a vacation. The two love birds lose contact for a few weeks. But, as the little worm constantly reminded the fool, "Absense makes the heart grow fonder."

Whoever tells you that kiddies is a fucking liar.

So the little worm returns and the two love birds try to start talking again. However, something is wrong. There's something wrong with the little worm, he's acting all strange and wonky. He doesn't quite know what to say. He doesn't quite know what he's feeling until it's too late, and his actions speak much louder than any words ever could.

He betrays the fool, leaving her furious and hollow, with a sadness so strong one wonders if it is impenatrable. She looks at herself and sighs.

Since when does a person willingly subject themselves to a game of cat and mouse? Since when does a person willingly subjegate themselves to torture?

Being furious at somebody you love, being furious enough to hate somebody you love, is true torture. One should never have to place their full fury on somebody that once gave them happiness, even if that happiness was just a fucking mirage.

I've got some serious thinking to do.