Maybe it’s just me that is never fully satisfied, maybe my expectations are too high, and maybe, just maybe, things have changed and they will never go back to the way they were. Love is such an over-dramatic, over-exposed emotion, filled up with fairytale lies only to subject you to an unprepared madness. Love makes people feel as though they need another being to remain satisfied, and needing someone is never good, at least not for me. I understand that it is not going to be easy, ever, but I wish with everything in me that sometimes it was. I wish that love was a mutual understanding, but all I’ve learned over the years is that it’s not. I am walking in sinking sand, when I know that it’s sinking sand, and the only thing I can do is sit and descend into the abyss that I seem to crave so much. Falling in love is like being diagnosed with a mental illness. You’re consumed with what you can’t comprehend and once you’ve felt it, you can’t live without it.