What It Actually Means to Have an Honest Kind of Love

I don’t even know what’s real anymore. I just crave something deeper than what I’m surrounded with and I guess I just can’t figure out why other people don’t as well.

 

All these artificial relationships around me make me sick. The girls that gossip about each other but can always be found going out as a group on a Friday night.

 

The boys that tell their girls that they love them but can always be found hooking up with a different one behind her back every week.

 

It’s all slowing tearing me apart.

 

All this superficial love shit is crazy.

 

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Alexia Berube

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