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Happy Endings?


I don’t believe in happy endings. They don’t exist. They can’t be possible. Some people may agree with me and some people may be disgusted at my thoughts. I’m not trying to be insensitive but they just can’t exist.
I saw, what some people would call a ‘happy ending’ happen right in front of me. I would rather call it a happy moment because my definition of an ending is when you die. That is your ultimate end. Whatever happens before that? Those are just merely the different aspects of life.
Life is never balanced to one thing. You can’t always be happy and you can’t always be in pain. At some point you’ll be joyful and at some point you’ll be in grief. That is how life is. Problems won’t end after having a ‘happy ending’.
Happy endings are only the happy times of your life, memories of which you will cherish forever. So don’t think that once you get marrid to the right guy your problems in life will end. They will be better of course now that you have a companion to give you support and become your backbone in times of need.
I really am not an insensitive Person and I like happy endings but this is to point out the fantasies we make up in our minds seeing all those fairytales in our childhood.
So remember happy moments: don’t last but are never forgotten.

Just another option…


Why is it that I’m always surrounded by two-faced, lying hypocrites? They one person to my face but in front of anybody else they become someone else entirely. Sometimes it feels as if I’m on one side, alone, fighting everybody. It’s as if everybody is from this grown up world and I’m from the kiddy world and they can just come to me lie to my face and leave just like that and I would never know the truth. I mean how stupid do I look to you? They think I’m too much an idiot to notice their lies. And sometimes I truly do feel like a dumbass. I mean, I always put my 100% in every relationship. I never keep secrets, avoid miscommunication, I give them time and space, i trust them and believe them blindly and they just go on to prove that I shouldn’t. Sometimes I feel like I’m just another option to all of them, when everybody else in the world is gone they come to me with their problems. It’s not as if I mind them sharing stuff with me, in fact I love it, but why always the bad stuff? Why don’t they ever tell me the good things that happen? And the worst part is that I can’t leave them. I can’t, i just can’t. Even if I do, I’ll just come back. I can’t be heartless and people just go on and take advantage of my weakness, playing with my heart as if it’s some toy that’s in their possession and will stay there forever, which it probably will.