Love. It's funny because they say it conquers all. I spent my
entire childhood waiting for a love that would sweet me off my feet
like a princess. You grow up expecting a prince to give you
everything you deserve and to carry you over puddles and to sing
love songs to you. And nobody every tells you that the thing love
can conquer is your hope and your innocence. I spent my life
waiting to love someone like in a movie and I didn't realize
that love could be so relentlessly devastating. I have spent years
of my life loving someone who led me on, loving someone who never
knew I existed, loving someone who broke my heart. I've been
let down by love so many times and yet I can't stop giving in
to it and I will never understand why something I thought would
give me life has given me nothing but scars. And here I am, caught
between loving someone and hating myself for it. Again. And for
what? I'm stuck in a place where I'm unhappy without
him but I will never do anything about it because my fear
of rejection just might kill me. I know everyone says never give up
on love, there's someone out there for everyone. I'll never
to able to stop falling in love. I fall too hard, too easily, and
too fully. But I have no faith, no hope, and no more energy to
putinto something that has never given me anything back but
happiness that never lasts.