The other day a somewhat of a stranger used the term abnormal in describing me. So you ask, why exactly did this stranger do that? He was basing my personality affliction on the term love and how I never have loved. It's so strange that how he based one sure fire proposition and placed it into a box of normality. How can we be so sure that loving is normal? Is it really a pure 
tangibility or is it a manifested feeling? Holy shit, it's driving me crazy! This whole love concept, it's so fucking obscure. I mean yeah, I am still young, but why does it kind of make me feel inhuman not to have emotions that most people my age have had.
A movie I watched, just tonight actually, Closer, made me realize things about myself, not to be self-absorbed, but it was really made me come to the perfect conclusion to sum up my thoughts on love. We go through life loving, loving, loving this one person that we marry, but after years of sex and hatred, do we really know this person? Is it really who we think it is? Do we know their name? Do we really know who they really are?
"It's a lie. It's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully and... all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it's beautiful 'cause that's what they want to see. But the people in the photos are sad and alone, But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so... the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie and everyone loves a big fat lie," says the character Alice in the movie. Which I believe is a metaphor for the photography to symbolize what love is, love is just a facade we use to portray beauty, but it is a lie. We put on our make up in the morning and look beautiful and some stranger on the street falls in love with you, because of your beauty, but the real beauty is behind the picture that they will never see, because it is camouflaged the glitter that we sprinkle on, which make everything a "big fat lie." So the gospel comes to an end, with the crucial statement saying; love is a lie.
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lol i feelu on some things u say... humans are fucked up... its the whole drugs are bad things... diffrent is bad ... out of expectation is bad... ur being judged as abnormal is perfectly fine... normal... why be cause its been held up agenst a history of fakers who have felt ownership and attraction 2 things they deemed worthy of... thats not love... ive met a person who hasnt loved... did i treat her wrong?!?! nope was she weird.. yep as weird as a person who hasent tried cheesecake... bfd really some1 hasnt done somethin!!!! woooh ppl get the addiction to lust confused with love... ppl get the addiction 2 something/some1 being there mistaken as love... loves an emoution and if emoutions wher transfigured into animals it would be a platapuss for those who have seen/felt it say ok well it had a bill so they go around looking for billed animals like this is love too others see it has a flat tail like ooh i think it was a beever... yes a bever is love... others who watched it long enough could see it layed eggs but then seen it has firr so could not keep it close 2 thier hearts cus it didnt fit... wile u hear ppl talkign about their pet platapuss ur like ok glad u have something 2 keep ur pet rock company but common... so i trying 2 discover for myself what love is beyond xx/xy like i rize inlove with women when ever i get the chance... i may not fly but i do like 2 jump alot... i know theres no rules love is like a kind of air... not in the metaphorical "lets me breathe" cheese ball but thats a sideaffect not the main reason... its cus it happens cus she no matter who she is finds something inside me and only dosnt reach for it!!! not like oh i see that i dont want that... its like the fact its there she wants 2 be around it... she acts a way but the act isnt what attracts me its what keeps her im like oh! its not getting stuck its her being sticky and thats as far as i wanna explain what i see... most ppl just wanna clutch capture guide harvest love... nah... its so organic... make up hair color breaste size ass cuppyness just details around it... thats where lust and love intermingle like shes wonderful and that pair of legs... is it me or do they just look great! love will make u want the tea 2 never get 2 the bottom of the cup wile it dosnt really care how fast the panties fall ppl get expressions of love and love crossed... theres no math in love so this and that arnt even diffrent like if im inlove with 2 women i dont need 2 say ok wich one do i love more... nope! i just love those 2 women untill i see another that sees me and we love each other... or i just love her... love has no strings... titles have strings... ppl are becomming 2 fake worry some... loking like buildings of falseness asking fore some pure love... all i can say is ha!
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