The last person you expect to do it, will be the very first one too.

I was raised on this completely false perception of love. I might've even made some of it up myself as I grew older but through the string of failure relationships and experiences, I don't live in that fairy tale anymore. Maybe I'm wrong for allowing certain people to influence my emotions and views on relationships so much, maybe they were wrong for doing that to me, or maybe they're just wrong for me. Either way I refuse to live in the pathetic hopeless romantic world. And I especially refuse to let anyone try to convince me that someone will ever actually only ever want you, and care about your feelings before theirs. I've always wanted to be one of those girls who fell into the arms of the right guy, who meant and kept every single promise he ever made to me. That was a foolish mistake because I can't even keep the promises to myself, what makes me think someone else could've? You can be drowning, and the only person who can save you is the one flooding the boat. Maybe I'm just mad, maybe I'm just heartbroken. Maybe we were just on different pages. You never know with anyone these days.