Love is weird. Do we truly love anything or anyone? What is the difference between infatuation and love? Love is selfless. Infatuation is selfish. That’s a great definition. But it’s all relative to how we each define it. How much you love and how you show it is a sign of your individuality. No one else will ever be the same. And if you expect the same form and level of expression, you’re a narcissist and will never be happy with another human being.

Dating a narcissist is the most unfulfilling experience you can have. Because they don’t have room in their hearts for anyone but themselves. And what they give you, is actually more about the fact that THEY are giving it to you, than an actual act of kindness, giving and selflessness (sacrifice). Someone once described the Narcissist’s Dance to me. First they put you on a pedestal and worship you. And then when they find out that you don’t fit their EXACT idea of PERFECTION, they knock you down, shatter you, and do an angry tantrum dance as they smash all your broken pieces. This describes what a narcissist once did to me. And I will hate him forever.

My advice for anyone I love would be: never be with someone who gives less than what you give. Because I will guarantee that you will never be happy.

I think good people who truly know what love means are always going to be unhappy because there just aren’t enough people who understand what love truly means.

Words look funny if you look at them long enough. So do people. Have you ever stared into someone else’s eyes for a really long time? It’s interesting. I find that I’m always looking into people’s eyes when I talk to them. And afterwards, I sometimes forget what they look like, or can’t conjure up their entire face in my mind. It’s more prevalent the closer I am to the person. Like I can never remember what the person that I like or am dating looks like. But I know what’s in their eyes and behind them. It’s a little bit disturbing. I should start taking drugs so I at least have an excuse for my weirdness.