Hmmm written middle this year, say around 20/4?
i'm sick and tired of the entity of love. there is no such thing as love. the only so-called love is conditional love which, to me, is not considered love at all.
why the hell are we so disillusioned over that? does it keep us going? does it serve to give us some sort of warm fuzzy feeling, or maybe even to fill up a certain void in us?
we've been fed by movies, stories that love is alive. but is it? i think not. our love for our family, friends, it's all driven by motives, selfish desires. it's all conditional, stated with terms and conditions. why the fuck do we still subscribe to it? why do we throw ourselves in the furnace of "love" when it will come and burn us in the end? is it that exciting? it it that exhiliarating?
love is like raw salmon being left out in the open - it tastes great when being served, but if you leave it for long, it grows mouldy and unworthy to be eaten. love just gives us the illusion that once you're filled with it, you feel energised and happy, but after a while, when shit happens, when the going gets tough, when one gets bored, tired, it goes downhill.
maybe that's why i detest happy endings in stories.
why are kids even made to read stories which dictate something so irrelevant in their lives?
renzi screams again...
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