Oops.

Was a bit drunk while I wrote yesterday's post and had to stop halfway cause I hate when you write something like really private and somebody sits down next to you. That's so GDR.
What I basically wanted to say was.... There are people that can save us. And while I fully support the get-out-of-that-shit-yourself-attitude [trust me, I fought for 5 fricken years.] it's still good to know that eventually you'll find salvation. Stupid word.

heart.

You never know what it's gonna be like - love.
You live your life, unhappy as fuck, fucked up as hell, held up by insecurities and selfishness. You're disappointed over and over again and at some point you just stop hoping.
It's not like you don't want to be happy or in love.. In fact, it's the one thing you live for. It's just that you're sure you'll never have it.
And you get to a point where it's just... Life's dull. There's no point to it. You give up trying.
And then there's this person - someone who's worth it.

<3.