To cheat....or not to cheat....

The tension, the wanting, the urge. A passionate craving for that one act of lust and danger.
Rebellion and it's consequences pay no conscious to what is going to happen when you put two fed up motherfuckers together. Sick or tired of the relationships they are in to just forget and give into whatever is offered to them.  Sex? Companionship? Care?
Yes.
When everything has little or no meaning to the word ''love''. Why shouldn't you just do it.
Do it.
Lying down on your back or zipping down your pants to the sacrifice of what is sacred and healthily moraled.
A one night stand or eloping. Whatever you do to get out of what you are in.
Is cheating the answer?
Sure it maybe helps. Yeah it might ease the pain inside.
But will it always? Is it something you can give a good excuse too?
In your opinion maybe. Yeah.
Then why are you even thinking twice about it? Go ahead. Do the dirty and man up.
Cause. What is there to loose?
Dignity? Honor? The one?
Maybe. But when did cheating have to mingle with being right?
Yes.
Because no one is in the clear zone when you have the blood of whatever you killed on your hands.
What do you kill by cheating?
 

The hopeless romantic freak.

So lately I was in a personal relationship with Netflix. All of the movies that were categorized ''Romance'' I pretty much watched while indulging into a tub of ice cream and a barrel of popcorn. And after a week of this I realized something (and no not just the discovery of gaining five pounds from the body morphing evil snacks that can turn a small waist line into the equator). But a simple fact of  mostly all teenage girls like me in the world.
I.Am.A. Hopeless.Romantic.
I pretty much have self diagnosed this condition.
Its frantically taking more and more victims as it goes along.
Wheeling in dozens with its aura of lust, passion, emotions, and true love.
And can only be defined as a person fantasized with the idea of finding one being to be with you for the rest of you life. Happily.
But hey, Im not that stupid.
I know it never happens. I just LOVE the stories about it. The forever and beyond ever afters. The dream come true.
The boy meets girl concept of a film or a piece of classic literature.
Wherever I can find an entertaining tale of that. Then I will gladly enjoy it.
Secretly though. Becuase I have many friends who would disown me if they found out I was into cheesy, sappy, romance shit.
THOUGH! I don't care. Im a twilight loving, Jane Austen Obsessed, finding that one person infatuated, craved, crazed, fixated, HOPELESS ROMANTIC. :D and proud to be one.
In the closet......