Cynical ramblings

Ironic, iconic, cynical rantings of a hopeless romantic.
How can life be so predictibly shitty.
Alone...forever...no one understanding...or wanting to.
Why?
Just when I let myself believe, just when I think someone actually wants me...
How can you just sit there and pretend everything is fine?
Pretend you really care
or ever did.
Oh yeah, you just get over things.
You're so scared of everything.
Scared of committing, of getting hurt, of losing something, of living.
Well guess what?
So is everyone.
But that's life.
And you either live it, or you don't.
Maybe I do need someone else, or maybe I need you.
Well get over this, I dare you.
Now who's the pessimist?