I am angry at the universe. I find someone I really like and feel like I connect with and he runs away.
They all do.
Do I deserve happiness? I’m starting to wonder. I’m not enchanting, by any means; I just want someone who wants to be with me. Someone who loves me, flaws and all. Happy couples piss me off. I see people get engaged and I wonder, “how? how do people do that? how do people fall in love.. -real- love? how do people accept one another, flaws and all, to the point where they can’t imagine life without one another?” I want that. I fucking want that.
Fairytales don’t exist. I’m starting to wonder if real “love” exists at all.
