broken hearts are usually generated by the person who gets destroyed.

in fact i’d say they always are.

you see love is fickle and nervous and frigid and hidden.  there is nothing wrong with hiding from it.  there is nothing wrong with being destroyed.  all that you can worry about is giving your all.

you see.  smiling at someone is something that even the most annoying of ’50’s couples could put up with every morning and now no one can even humorously smile at someone every morning on the bus.  i’m not citing a weakness, i’m just confused.  i’m that douchebag who smiles at you at 6am on the bus when you wish you were sleeping or at 2am when you wish you’d of had less to drink.

i just want to know why no one smiles back.