Women.

Why do I even care so much? Why do I set myself up for this emotional roller coaster?

It’s always the same story. I squeeze out every bit of honest emotion I can muster towards her, way more than I actually feel, and lay it all out in front of her. I open myself up, give her my time, makes her laugh and I make sure that she has a good time.

But what happens? I end up in the friend zone. The sad thing is that I can’t seem to realise that this is how things will be; that I can’t let go even when I know the inevitable ending.

It’s a sad sad world.