he ended up burned.
"I built the machine that almost destroyed me."
so. about this whole LOVE business.
lets put it this way, you dont understand what i meant
in the sense i say, "i can't love",
"every time she found something or someone
in her possession, she would either
a) lose interest and walk away
b) find a reason it wouldn't work"
to everyone who reads this, im not trying to lash out and pretend i'm right.
i know i am not.
i believe that in seeing my faults, i'll one day understand
but the only way you could
is if you were me
because i dont even understand what goes on in my mind
you cannot force the heart what it does not want
it is not about love as it is more about my use of the word as substitution for "relationships"
i could find one if i really wanted
but i wont stop until i find exactly what i want
i shouldnt even be posting this.
im sorry if it seems like im lashing
i just cant explain
dont be offended
im just speaking with my stream of conscience