Love

is a subject I'm in no position to comment on, its like one of the greater mysteries of life to me. Love doesn't seem to make sense at all. Seeing the way it troubles everyone around me just gets me more confused. Its not like a don't understand or feel their pain, but why are people still doing things that they obviously know will hurt them more? Why would you still stay after you know that love is at it's end, holding on, hoping for a miracle? Why love when there's not even trust? Why would you say something so blunt and brutal to someone whom to your friends, it seems you truly love? Why are all relationships so fragile?

I guess i've become cynical as the years pass... Nothing seems to bother nor surprise me anymore... Just take life as it is i guess.