I guess life is a circle. We’ve heard that cliche saying so many times before that we have forgotten what it truly means. And we seem to do that a lot. It’s particularly sad that we have overused the word “love” so much that we have not only forgotten what it means, it just has no meaning anymore. So about life being a circle… It just puts me on such a bad mood to want someone so bad but for some reason, they just don’t want me back. And then I start to wonder what could be so wrong with me? Why am I so undesirable? But then I start to think about all of those others who I have pushed aside and given no reason for my action. I start to think about how he wasn’t the one and how it wasn’t the right time and how he didn’t understand me. Nonetheless he still wanted me because of what I came off to be. Because of my eyes and my nose And my body and entire appearance. And it made me mad that I was regarded only as a piece of art and nothing passed the canvas that I was painted on. But then if you take a step back from your own anger you come to see that you have done exactly what they do to you, to others. And I guess that’s what makes us all hypocrites. We are all hypocrites and ignorant and stubborn to the fact of love which seemingly doesn’t exist anymore… So now we are back to the beginning of a circle of empty lust, infatuation and hurt. Because the ones we want will never want us. And the ones that want us, we will never want.