500 Days of Summer

Now I finally validated that how I think is just normal.

I am normal. That it’s just not me who thinks about the crapiness and complications of love.

I am Summer.

I think relationships are for those who are selfish. A person goes into a relationship because he might just want to be with someone, because he might be afraid of walking alone, of doing things alone.

He might have been used to be taken care of, so is why, he’ll be needing someone to be there with him.

Not because he is in a relationship means he is in love with the person he’s with…

So why does it hurt when the person you were with, broke up with you?

That might just be because you got used to be with her often, that you managed to live day by day  being with her.

And now that she’s gone, you feel lonely… not hurt, but lonely.

People wants to feel better by having someone who appreciates him.

Someone who spends time and effort to be with him, just to approve that he’s worth something.

So once he’s back to his routinary boring life, he’d enter into something that would give him the thrill and excitement and complications of human emotions.

And people often call it Love, but I call it selfishness.

Because all of it,  circles only to himself.

And once his emotions get messy, he’d get the hell out of it once again and there he’ll go run in the same loop. Doing same things over and over…

People may pass judgement to those who are by themselves. Smirking a pathetic grin to them.

But in truth, they pity themselves.

Cause they are envious of the freedom and independence these people get.

That they might actually pity themselves because they couldn’t even stand on their own, live on their own, and they can’t even do things they wanted to do because they need to consider the other person.

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But then, how would I describe what I felt…

What I’ve said…I think didn’t make any sense…