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Thursday, November 27, 2008
Thinking about love, I've begun to realize a couple of things. 1. It's not fair. At all. How can I feel this way so often about so many people with no feelings returned? Why do I have to go through it so often? I revel in that feeling, but at the same time it's painful, because I know that no one feels that same way when they think about me. 2. Maybe love can be lost. Maybe divorce is really a necessary thing. Maybe I need to accept it instead of trying to prevent it. |
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❝ The only excuse for making a useless thing
is that one enjoys it immensely;
All art is useless. ❞
