Insanity
Sunday, January 23, 2011
@ 7:11 AM
Infatuation drives me insane, love makes me insane. And insanity was never part of my to-be list, well not until now that is.
The thing about infatuation is that it crawls up to you on such short notice and when it gets to you, there is no turning back. Infatuation meddles with your lifestyle and your mind. But the thing about infatuation is that it doesn't last. Because it if does, then you’re already boarding the Love Express.
Love runs your whole system. When love arrives, you simply forget that you own a brain. If you think infatuation’s bad then love is worse, darling. It's a broken heart that owns the title of worst.
A broken heart destroys you. Pain, depression and loneliness are a broken heart's best friends. They cover you until you shake them off and throw them in a deep well.
I have a very low tolerance span for bullshit, so I'll most likely overlook your (moronic) two cents if they are made. I'm not here to explain my thoughts or opinion to anyone. We can agree to disagree. You don't have to like how I blog or view things,
for it was never meant for you in the first place. I'm not forcing you to read any of my entries and you are definitely not obligated to follow me.