on the elusive him.
him, him, him: it's a pronoun. it's not a person. i mean, obviously you're thinking about a particular person, but for whatever odd reason you can't seem to bring yourself to write his actual name. so him. him, because it's not really that person you want, but an idea.
listen. listen. i have reached a stage where loneliness is no longer an artform. it's just really irritating. forget being heartbroken, i am mostly super pissed, and this is why:
"i don't believe in true love, oh wait ooops NEVER MIND FORGET I SAID THAT, LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED~ I'M GONNA GO RIDE A ROLLERCOASTER EVEN THOUGH I'M TERRIFIED TO DO SO~"
i am fucking serious. you can actually hear the tilde at the end of each sentence. it's replaced the periods. i have a special gift, i can hear punctuation. anyway, as i was saying, riding a rollercoaster even though you don't want to is not a sign of true love, it's a sign of you being fucking insane. and before you say anything, they are mutually exclusive! what's the point in only believing in something once you think you have it? that's not really belief.
okay, see, this was supposed to be all thoughtful and shit but it turned into me bitching about the elusive him, and then it's going to turn into a theoretical metaphysical discussion, so just...just forget it, for now. ugh.