I think love sucks.
Plain and simple.
But then so does life, and we love it anyway.
And we love love, too. We love being in love. We love the idea of love. We love the idea of being loved. We loved being loved. We love falling in love. And we love all things about love, as much as it sucks. And by God, it sucks a lot.
Welcome to my life! Welcome to the number of times I thought I knew what love was – and I could have sworn I knew – but didn't, only to circle back to square one, and repeat.
And while I hope there's nothing anyone can take away from this, because I am one dumb bitch, I hope it keeps me entertained enough to want to keep going on.
Isn't love a son of a bitch? Those who find it, act as though thats the greatest blessing on earth (and I agree, and I am just salty about it), and those who don't, act like they're so much better without it?