I’ve spent my whole life hoping for some sort of fairytale ending. It’s pathetic I know but as a teenager being surrounded by endless stories of romance and love stories I couldn’t help it. I just wanted to be loved and to love someone. What naive 16 year old me didn’t realise was that people can say everything and anything but not mean it. Now I’m in my 20s and I can’t help but feel bitter about all the loved up people my age. I can’t even remember the last time I felt like someone understood me let alone love me. Sometimes I just don’t think I’m meant to be loved or in love and that’s why I continue to give my all to people who wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire. Extreme but true. I keep getting my hopes up just to get hurt and disappointed.