being the masochist who jumps into something you know won't end well.
it's that uncomfortable feeling you get when you've tipped back in your chair a little too far, a split second before you fall.
it feels like you've stubbed your toe.
it's the needles in your foot when it's fallen asleep.
it's getting dumped and moping around for months or years wondering what went wrong.
it's distracting yourself with DIY projects.
you know it's love when you realize you're the mouse who got close to the cheese but the last thing you heard was, "SNAP!" and then it was just too late...
it's wearing shoes, even though you hate shoes.
and dressing up when you wanna stay home and wear sweats.
it's the ultimate jump into a dark abyss of unknown torture...
quite frankly, i'm going to pass. love is miserable.
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