SpikeZ's blog: "Nothingness"

What is Love? I'll tell you what it is, it's something for fools. Fools think they are in love, they chase after it like once they have it thier life will mean something. They catch it and they are no better for having it. They hold it to tight and it slipes through their fingers like sand. Then washes away...If they are one of the lucy ones they will not hurt because of it but the mojority of US will. Yes I am one of those fools of which I speak...I was the child that lost the love from her father when he pasted.....the child whose Mother beat and then turned her back on...the child who even though I knew that she could not love me came back to be beat again an again because that was the only form of love I could get. The little sister who was left behind.  The child who everyone said was saved when they came an took me from my hell at home to throw me into a hell much worse. The child that Men used as they pleased and then passed me around like a dirty mag....that was love so I was told. I took it with No tears No complaining that was the rules I gave myself. Show them No weakness. Then when they where finished they would move me yet again. Different Town, Different Faces, much of the same people. There were some who got me an really loved the little girl they saw, even though I was broken. but in the end I would be tosed away yet again for someone better. Time went one an then there was no one left that would take the shell of the little girl that I had become so they sent me home to the mother who did not have room for the not so little girl. she said that it was my fault I was unloveable. so I left to fall in love with a wonderful man. It was perfect as it can be in the beginning. he was seen as a kind loving soul to everyone but me for it is hard to fool a fool. In middest of it all the hand of the sister that I thought I had lost saved me from my world of pain the world I had let myself grow used to. she said that I was not broken like I had thought. That I could be put back together she made me into a better woman, Stonger, Wiser, More comfident. but I am still the fool that looks for love that does not exciest for those like me... don't ask me why I don't give up. All I can say is that fools of my breed are Creatures of habbit. We are the Fools of Love.