I wanted to die, I planned everything. Then I crossed paths with a guy.
It’s death or love. I don’t want to live, to barely survive. But this desire of love is growing bigger inside of me. Would I want to live to love? To truly experience what it’s like to love and to be loved? Because I want to die. Death is so much more bearable than life, I don’t know why this is making me doubt. I know I’m not loveable and that I’m only fooling myself. But it feels so real. Would this one reason be enough to make up for all the reasons I want to die? Would this one reason make me want to live? It should be an easy question, why is it so hard? I’ll have to make a decision quick, I don’t have much time left to choose. It’s either death or love.
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what do you have to lose? i say go for it. love kills anyway.
I once crossed paths with a stray cat. I thought it was love too. It felt real. Then, as soon as I fed him, he left. Never to be seen again. I guess he was too good for my food and I. Luv never lasts.
^ amen to that. damn phuking cats. they only use us for food. i hate cats.
And they automatically feel entitled to your belongings. Cats mauled my favorite chair.