Life is just
Being smitten over someone you’ve pedastiled along with all the untouchables in your mind is not love. What a ridiculous, hypnotic state I wish to never marinade in – again. I’ve done this naively with so many males – up until…ashamedly not that long ago. Good Lord. But after the emotions have had time to simmer down, I realised how grateful I was to be without those people that didn’t feel for me as I did for them. And that all the hype within my head about them, was a big fat nothing. This isn’t an ‘I hate you men’ rant. Nor an ‘I hate you guys that I liked for not liking me back’ rant either. It’s just an ‘I am happy life works out in each individuals best interest’ post. Thee end.
