In Hoc Signo Vinces: Just Tired…

I spend so much time convincing myself that love is big crock of flaming bullshit… The saddest part is that I know that somewhere deep down inside of me, I kind of want it.

It’s just so fucked up how every time I think I’m coming close to it, the shit falls apart. I often ask myself why, but then it usually ends up being a self insulting blitz.

I know that I have my flaws. I’m weird. I identify with a strange, rare sexuality. I can’t get my hair the way I want it to be. That’s just the tip of the ice berg.

I don’t know anymore. I always get this way when I hear people discussing their love lives. There’s this green-eyed monster inside of me praying that their relationships will all go down in flames…

Oh well. Good night!