LOVE STINKS!
How does it become so wrong when it just feels so right? Love was nothing but empty promises. Like chasing a pot of gold in the end of the rainbow, like a creeping cancer in your system that’s just waiting to make its move. And when you realized you have it, it’s too late anymore. It’s in its terminal stage already and you’re in the point of no return. Love is chaotic. Love is traitor. Love is demanding and devastating. Love is not just for me. Love just simply hates me. Love is nothing like plague, a pestilence that would cause only catastrophe. Wtf?!
Do I sound bitter with love? Yeah. I guess so.
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