Love freaking SUCKS.

Love sucks! I hate it so much! I hate life... sometimes I wish I could just die... But I can't talk too much about it, you'll think I'm suicidal, which I'm not. Did you know that in every middle school classroom there are two people, normally teenage girls, who hurt themselves? It's an addiction, like smoking or texting. You get one taste of it and you never want to let it go. You feel emotional pain and cutting is the only way to reduce the hurt you feel. If someone looks depressed, comfort them! If they look like they're about to burst into tears, ask them what's wrong. You could potentially save a life. I need to say something very very very VERY important but I can't say it on my blog that anyone can read- I need to talk to someone not judgmental who won't hate me. Someone who feels similar pain on a daily base-someone who will understand and won't think I'm emo. I'm not emo. I'm a goth lover with a broken heart- all I've ever wanted is someone who loves me for who I am, someone who will accept me. If I tell him something REALLY big like what's choking me right now he won't look horrified and run away- he'll smile sadly, tell me everything will be okay, that he's here for me, that he's loved me forever... my imaginative romantic fantasies...