Love. 4.31.

this is really old. 4.31. is the date it was written.

It's. Not. Real. Its a fake emotion used to make people believe they're happy, when really, they aren't. Its a word to hide behind to tuck away any other life they ever had. It doesn't last of course, because sometime in someones life, they find out the mask isn't working. All they're problems come back, all their past is ready to haunt them. So they move on and "fall in love" again. Heart break, move on, perfect relationship, heart break and the cycle continues. There are no exceptions, there is no guy that's different. They can and will take over you, engulfing your system in them, and everything THEY want making you believe their hapieness is yours. Lies. Guys are controlling and hurtful. They lie, constantly, then lie about lying. Then they leave you, hanging by a thread dangling above a shark pit, about to drop. What you once though was your super hero, turned out to be your super villan. Cutting the final string and chuckling as they watch you fall to your painful and disturbing death. Only to move on the the next damsel in distress, killing her as well, taking a piece of each woman to show the battle they fought, and won. We give them our hearts and they return them, bitterly, sourly, torn, hurt, spit on, laughed at and half gone. They're whole, while the rest of our lives, something is missing. We give everything so easily, to, in return, gain nothing but heart break and 5 pounds from finishing off all the chocolate in the house. The pain I have put myself through, the lies I've told to others and most importantly myself. I should have known, love. It's. Not. Real.