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Jul 15, 04
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the hypochondriac of love
call me the hypochondriac of love.
I keep my true feelings locked up in a plexi glass box, (kinda like bubble boy...except i have a vagina)scared that if he knows what im really feeling he`ll laugh and run away.And then ill be contaminated with pain. I think that if i stay far away,that what im truely feeling will just fade. I bought into that cliche thing they say, you know...that with time all wounds heal? i sink further into the cowardess i have learned to mold, with my razor sharp blade of insecurity...and vulnerable hands, ive created a monster.... the hypochondriac of love is what I am. Dunno if im proud, dunno if im ashamed, but for my unhapiness, im the only one to blame. tried pointing the finger at someone else,blaming my fuck up on them cuz i was too afraid to ask for help. Now i find four fingers pointing back at me,i accept full responsibility for being the one who created the hypochondriac of love...thats me. Another cliche thing i bought into,so far the only one thats rang true...maybe one day the former will happen too. Last edited by Ragga_Wh0re; Jul 15, 04 at 03:36 PM. 
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Jul 16, 04
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the name is tripping me out are you implying that your always sick of being in love or just always think your in love?
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Jul 16, 04
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i think im in love and im also afraid to be in love because in my eyes love is a sickness.
to be in love is to be vulnerable, to be in love is to be at the mercy of anothers hands. okay sober time! hypochondria: depression of the mind usually centered on imaginary physical ailments. so thats where my first paragraph ^^ comes into play. Last edited by Ragga_Wh0re; Jul 17, 04 at 02:35 AM.
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