What’s the point of romanticizing people? Is it some type of coping skill we use to distract us from the fact we surround ourselves with terrible people? We have to imagine these scenarios that will never happen in order to make us feel better and in the end they only make us feel worse because they never happen.

It’s hard to grip reality of the way people actually are, and not the way we want them to be. We want them to be to fit image we create, and we constantly think about this romanticized version of this person when we’re not with them.

I imagined that a boy was going to notice that I was using him to feel better, that he would listen to everything that I have gone through and just hold me while I cried. Unfortunately, I found out the hard way, that’s not the case. I tried to open up to him, but he was too high to talk about something serious and just ended up telling me that he was horny. That ruined any hope for him.

That’s the case for everyone you romanticize though. When you finally realize they are not what you’ve been imagining and it ruins you. It’s hard to focus on that person because you finally see them for who they are (usually an asshole) and you get mad at yourself, and them for letting it get to that point.

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