velvetechos | (no subject)

Do you all really know the people you hold close? Do you really share with them all the things about you? Look at your partner, your best friend, your parents and siblings. Your supposedly virginal baby sister could have screwed 30 men she didn't love just for a bit of fake affection, and your best friend could be backstabbing her way into your enemies heart and ex lover's bed. Your lover could snort line after line of speed and drink 40s of cheap malt liquor in the park late into the night before ending up on their knees in an alley for their newfound best friend, only to return to your arms and kiss you with the very same lips that only minutes ago held the member of a bum from San Francisco. All these things you could resent them for, but you have no clue. They're still the same person but do you still love them? If you found out five years from now, what happened right now, are all those years in between the time it happened and the present of those five years from now false, and did you really stop loving them at the time of the actions? Why live a lie, why stay with somebody when you know that if they knew the truth about you they'd hate you. All of the above accounts are fictional, in my reality, but somewhere in this world, they are happening right now, and those poor people commiting these acts, are insecure with themselves. We are taught that the things they are doing are wrong, but the motives behind all these things are obviously cries for attention, and the things they do for attention only make them hate themselves more. I'm not sure what I'm getting at here, but I feel like I had a point. I always feel like I had a point, like there's something floating just out of reach above my head, and I'm desperate to get it out there, but I can't quite reach it. Shit, I'm tired.