Finding Love Right in front of Me

Hello summer, nice to see you again. Summer is looking wonderful so far this year. I can't help but be the most optimistic I have ever been in my life. I love this feeling. The feeling that everything is right. Like nothing can ruin your day. Well, at least when I'm with someone I have grown fond of so quickly. It is rare for me to become attached to people. Mostly because I have been fucked over my so many in the past. This person, he is different. He is definitely one of a kind. The funny thing is, is that I have known him for quite some time. Never realizing the potential we had. I'm glad I see that more clearly now. My heartstrings are tugged ever second I'm with him. I love that more than anything. Finding someone to trust and having the assurance that you are competely safe with them is something close to impossible. It happened for me. For whatever reason. A higher being must be in favor of me. I found love sitting right in front of me. I just had to simply open my eyes first.

Headed To Oblivion

Where is the line between good and evil?


Apparently, it is a thin one. The individuals I have allowed to walk though my door have caused me immense grief. Is it my overly generous, push-over persona? Or does everyone in this world just have no respect? Yet, everyday I am treated like a dog forces me to become stronger, more optimistic. I try to steer away for such horrid people. I have recently found a group that treats me like an actual human being. Not a victim. I appreciate these few so much, even if I do barely know them.


Sociopaths.


Fucking sociopaths. How can such low-life, hateful, emotionless, heinous drones exist? Their mission is to dehumanize innocent people for their own sick pleasure. I can tolerate a lot of oppression and let downs. But these vicious people take the god damned cake for making me feel like utterly worthless. The take the cake all for themselves, I might add. They gain so much pride for saying awful thing. Clearly with no mental restraint or grace. One sociopath with an inkling of power can tear anything apart in just a matter of time. Recovery? Seemingly impossible. Maybe Hitler was a sociopath... The do have naziesque mentalities...


Perhaps I'm pathetic. Or depressed. Or oblivious. Or unintelligent. At least I can make a name for myself. I may not be the most eloquent person. At least I can make a point. I may not be the nicest person. At least I am loved. I make not be the most talented person. At least I have ambition.


My heart is coming home. I can move on when it does. Until then, I will continue to head further into oblivion.



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