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It's entirely fictitious but all lies are born from truth and the poignancy of what these two people feel towards one another is something I desperately want to feel.
I break down, I analyze, I scrutinize, I rationalize, I dissemble, I deflect, I dissect, but I never feel. Diving straight into love happens suddenly for me, but then it's over. Something small and stupid snaps me out of it and I know from there the relationship is doomed. I don't put effort forward any longer. I don't do the right things any more.
I turn into a contemptible bastard and the only reason I am alone is because of myself. I have loved, lost and cried a lifetimes worth of commitment and I still cannot get it to stick. I can't dominate myself, I cannot control my fickle bullshit mentality and I lose amazing women because of it.
This picture pulls so much from me, I guess that's what makes it art. On the surface is some weeaboo try hard bullshit, and if you disregard it as such, you'd have made the right move.
For me though; this picture represents that there is hope, that I can feel that realness, that if I try hard enough I can eviscerate the evil shit-ridden core that has fucked my entire life and I can be happy.
I so badly want to be happy.
