Ok, Ok, I have learned my lesson. Tonight's the night for writing.

What with time moving by so quickly and us leaving in every direction, is it too late to say I regret loving you? And I wrote constantly, about the heart, just another hopeless romantic girl, who doesn't know when to stop. SO I do regret the hours I spent awake, wondering whether I did too much, or too little, but thankfully, and no offense you were a test run. "Goldfish have a memory of 3 seconds". Good point. So do we humans though. It's true, whenever we experience love, it's brand new. Regardless of how much trauma we've endured in the past, we come begging for more.We could be kicked,or slapped, or cut, but for some reason we want to put ourselves in that position.Because we forget what has just happened to us in order to head dive into the new. What exactly is it that gives us hope? And every time it's something new, something "better". We say "oh he's/she's never made me do this before" but can it be that subconsciously we know that's a damn lie?

I wrote songs, and countless poems of salvation and romance, only to be answered by laughs and pity and a cold shoulder. So then I tried sexism, and giving up, but then it came like weeds. So fuck this whole romanticism thing. I don't want it anymore. I just want peace.