Fickle every last one of em i'll never understand i'm a war major (they prettify it and call it international relations) but i'll never understand those damn martians how can love NOT be all there is? denial i understand that convincing yourself it doesnt matter when it does but casually setting aside passion for the meager distractions of practicality its not love that must be it if it were real they'd sacrifice everything this is just childs play then i think because i'm not a teenager i must be an adult pretense this isnt how it starts. no. i'm not an ignorant idealist i'm a broken idealist i guess thats worse i cling to these fragile lies more desperately |