Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Romance

"The human heart is like a wild beast 
It's why we have cages around it" 

We never see heart break coming if we did we would get the hell out of dodge ,but we find some sick comfort in loving things that destroy us ,If I were to tell you I knew a boy who would eat Yellow paint how would you respond ?
That he's a basket case make a few jokes 
What if I also said we are no different we drink for self medication pop pills eat fating foods that are no good for our health we smoke we posing our thoughts with anxiety depression we drive our own selves mad he is only eating the paint because to him he's hoping it will make life more beautiful he knows it's bad for him but we do the same maybe not eating paint but loving somone who doesn't love you kills you every day regaurdless of how beautiful they made our lives to much of a bad thing can destroy you no matter the reason why but we let it when things become a habit it's hard to stop and niw tiu are this person that you dont wvwn know only Because you didn't want to lose him, you lost yourself in the process. 
You became a person who kept being mistreated and you formed a habit of saying "I'm used to it". 
You became a person who kept being unappreciated and you began to tell yourself "It's okay". 
You became a person who kept being undervalued and you learned how to say "I'm fine". You became a person who kept being put last and you naturally reacted with "It's whatever". You became a person who kept being taken for granted and you dealt with it by repeating "Everything's okay". You became a person who kept being unhappy and you regularly told people "I'm gonna be fine". And if you're reading this right now, then you need to understand that no one is worth losing yourself for, no guy or girl is worth suffering for at the expense of your happiness, and no guy is worth tormenting yourself over for the sake of making him happy. 
At this point, perhaps losing that person is the only way you'd be able to get yourself back because as much as you wouldn't want this to be true, they are the only thing that's in your way of finding yourself and they are the only reason you've lost yourself for so long I can't tell you how many times it took of self destruction to find out somethings no matter why you have to stop doing my sweet Logan was my yellow paint I inhaled to much and now everything about me is toxic I can't tell you this is going to be what your use to story, and I can't promise it will have a happy ending but ..like a day coming to a end it will have a beautiful I kicked my yellow paint habit so now he's only what I can describe as a sunset