Writing drunk, listening to angry mad music, and thinking about love. I'll bet you're just shocked. Love again. Here we go.
I just had a epiphany. People are always complaining about love: how they can't get it, how theirs go unrequited, blah blah blah. But what people don't seem to realize is how love is right in front of them (sometimes known, sometimes not) and they just decide to reject it. Sure, sometimes you're just not attracted, but the point is that it's right there in front of you, and you are just choosing to ignore it, to reject it. Maybe you don't like how they look, how they act. That's not the point. Even if no one is in love with you at the moment, I'll bet anything that someone has admired you, pursued you at some point, and you were not interested. If you are not loved right now, it's your own fault. Sound calloused? Maybe. But sometimes honesty does.
So don't bitch and moan about how you can't get any love. You probably have. You just chose not to accept it, so it's your fault. They tried, you rejected. No one's fault but your own. Maybe you would be in a relationship, albeit an unhappy one, but hell, you would be loved.
Fuck this shit.
I'm going to go to bed. It's almost 4:00am, and I'm drunk alone.
If you take anything from this....
You are loved, by someone, something.
Let it in, or don't (but don't bitch about it)