People don't want to believe in love.
They don't wanna know if you felt something they've never felt before.

So what does people do. Two things. They make fun of it. Or they make you believe you're crazy.
Love is all in your head, girl.
Not in your heart.
You're forcing yourself to believe it's love. You're just lonely, anything from that can be called love. It's not love, it's only good sex. It's just a flame. It's fake. It's stupid. It's immature.

Denial has made us all psychiatrists.

Love these days is a bit like Santa. An urban legend. Something probably created by the industry to sell cheap books, bad music, chocolate and Robert Pattinson.
Love is like aliens. Like Elvis. It's just a rumor. Many books have talked about it, they have been talking about it since forever. But you've never seen it. So it's probably not true.
Love is a conspiracy theory.

It makes you think. What if everybody else's right?
You go and sufocate whatever you've felt. You watch it while you make it drown, deep into mediocrity, by your own hands. You cover it with dust, sexism, and cheap analysis.

There was no such thing as true love. The day was saved again.



But you know it's not it.
Love happens. Wether you believe in it or not.

Bad news is either way, embracing it or denying it,
my friend,
you're fucked up.