"after losing a love at times one becomes somehwhat of a parasite, latching on to different people and getting as much love out of them until they realize its not the same as what they had before, in which they move on in seek of the next satisfying victim that they believe will satisfy their hunger which is alas followed by a self destructive cycle that will in the end either lead back to the person who instilled that feeling within you or to another whos heart can take ahold of yours and keep it there, in this journey you will either be decieved and know you are being done wrong and stay with it in order to substitute that feeling, or you will be the one decieveing and latch onto it to fill the hole you have in your heart, or by some wild chance thats the person who really is destined and somehow is compatible enough to live this insane thing we call life together with for the remainder you both have left of it"
- one lost ass person such as myself
