Pain in movies is romantic. A beautiful girl crying desperately in the pouring rain. A perfect couple choose to die together in a catastrophe. Movies make use of pain as salt and pepper to bring up the flavor in a steak. But pain in real life is not at all that pretty. I’m feeling so bad right now, and I wish it would stop. It’s not romantic seeing yourself sweating in nightmares that come from real life. It’s not romantic feeling every part of your body hiding a scream out loud that you try so hard to hold it back. It’s not romantic driving in crowded street with noises and angry faces around, feeling completely lost and abandoned. It’s not romantic at all, when tears fill your eyes, disappointment fills your heart, and your pride gets bruised up severely. I hate that pain I’m suffering. It’s not romantic at all. It sucks.
Pain is not romantic at all