~gerad

You know, for quite some time Moulin Rouge was my favorite movie. The idea of love in the movie, and everything that Ewan McGregor (can't remember how to spell his name) says about love, was exactly how I felt. But after being burned by a girl, YET AGAIN, I'm beginning to wonder if love really is necessary in my life. I've used to always bitch about women, and how horrible they were, but I'd always add that not all women are the same... Heh, you know, right now I REALLY am laughing, and not just typing a "heh," because women ARE all the same... They latch onto somebody so that they can control them, manipulate them, or just flat out trick them, and they always let guys slip their dicks in them to think that the guy is benefitting from the relationship. They throw in words like love to further cement their control in the relationship. I've had women who said they loved me just to try and fuck me, I've had women say they love me to try and control me, I've had one date me just so she could get some dick until she and her ex-boyfriend could work out all of their problems before getting back together... Most recently... I dated a girl up until the end of July, but we broke up when she moved a town 2 hours away. Heh... For a while I regretted it, regretted not giving her a chance simply because of how fucked I felt the last time I had a distance relationship. And when I opened up and told her I still cared, she fucked me (literally), and then after we talked for almost a week about getting back together, I guess she decided she wanted to fuck somebody else and decide who the better lay was....

...... I don't really think there is room in my heart for love anymore....