Secrets Are Stupid

from my Tumblr blog-

Ever since I was little I always hated watching kid movies. I kept watching them because that is what kids do, but I just hated the whole lot of them deep inside, I hated children’s romances and all that shit. Because everytime I was seeing the story play out, I cursed the heroine or the hero, etc, because there was always some logical, simple, easy explanation or solution to their problems. Joy is choice, Cinderella could have just fucking run away, Pocahantas and John could have eloped in Vegas, Ariel should have found ANOTHER WAY to become human, or many other plans to freaking communicate – it always went on like that. Even now, I’ll get angry at shows, films, books – there always seems to be that obvious answer lying right on your nose.

I am such a hypocrite.

The problem with Paper People… and people people… you just never want to do the obvious. If you really, really wanted to, you can put them out of your mind. At least, so far, I think that you can. But you never, ever want to.

They become your security blanket, something that defines you.

With Ray – she could stop it. I know I should envy her for being able to stop it – but this is nearly blissful for me. A blissful hell. Part of me is so excited that, in my mind, a person like this exists, and the other half knows this person, if in existence, is unattainable – absolutely hands off.

I don’t want to stop it.

I have admitted that he is a Paper Person.

Ray admitted he was a Paper Person.

She stopped liking her Paper Person.

I can’t stop feeling like I’m so daftly in love with this Paper Person.

I don’t even know what love is.

The Bible says it is an action.

I believe it.

And part of me, the back of my head, is telling me I can fall in love with anyone.

Whatever that means.

I don’t know.

I’m so confused with myself.

Oh, Paper Person, how you tease me.



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