You're Invited! (To my pity party!)

I'm looking for a little pleasure in a life that takes lemons from a hypothetical hand and squirts the acid in your eyes.

I've been burned one too many times.

And not with a burning flame that overcomes my heart in a fit of passion, but burned by the idea that love does exist, could exist, for me.

The entire day has just been so unreal with it's harsh look upon reality. And there I sat, brokenhearted, that my idealistic shell had been penetrated, shattered by the truth.

And what was the truth you ask?

I'd love to tell you, but it's too unbelievable for words.