I fret

I fret. I fret about stupid things that haven’t even happened yet, and things that probably never will happen. And you want to know one that’s been running through my brain lately? What the fuck do I do if someone tells me they love me???? I DON’T BELIEVE IN LOVE. what do I do? Like, do I just say “thanks” or flat out tell them the truth? Ahhhhhhhh.

But let’s face it people, there is no such thing as love, it’s just another word for like, there are no levels to liking, it just has to do with how much time/memories you have with that thing or person that you want to recreate. It’s not like some magical overbearing feeling of longing and shit. Its. Not. Real.

The thing is, love’s too glorified. There must be a catch. Back to my point, what do I say when someone claims they feel a way for me that doesn’t even exist in my version of the world?(By my version I mean my brain and how I define things). I can’t say it back, I won’t mean it

Published by lornamusings

I write here when I delete all my social media and pretend I don’t exist. I’m a teenager who used to live on a beautiful farm by a creek tucked into the sweet aroma of Concord grapes. Now I live in a 15 story apartment complex above a dog park in Philadelphia.

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