i use to think love was unconditional.. but time & time again, proves the whatever’s left of the optimistic part of me wrong.. & i realize that love does have conditions.. bipolar ones.. lol.. yes, unconditional maybe does exist,— if it’s one way.. & oh boy, lucky me! — i always find myself on this street..alone.  always love, they say..coz hates gets you everytime? haha.  but why am i always the one to love?  rejected,..yes.  offended?  no, should i be?  why am i not.  hmmm„ i don’t know.. sometimes it’s just all too familiar that i don’t give a flying fuck anymore.