Saturday, February 06, 2010
I don't understand how I operate.
I'm a walking contradiction.
I love things like power ballads, mushy lyrics, and movies with happy endings. But these simple things I enjoy? I don't want any of them for myself.
When I witness acts such as these in the real world, I scoff at them. I laugh and call them suckers.
Why? Maybe I'm just incredibly cynical. Or maybe I can blame it on Hollywood for making it seem so unattainable. And glamorous. Just a thought.