Okay, so I'm kinda in a depressed mood right now, so I've just been thinking a lot. And you know what I realized? Love is pointless. I mean, sure there are people that live happily ever after, but you how much work it took to make that work? Or all the people that they dated before their soulmate? All the heartbreaks they must've experienced? Is it really worth it? I think not. I've given up on love and I'm through with even liking people. I've cried so many times because of heartbreak and I'm done. I'm done with love and I just wanna be with my friends 'cause they're really the only reason why I feel like living.
My friend gave her heart away to this dude, Crayon (code name) and she was rejected to badly. But it's hard to move on when you like someone so much and now she's thinking that she's a lost cause. You see what love does to people? Love isn't a good thing. Once again, I say love is pointless.
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My Life
RandomI know that no one will read this book, but I feel like writing right now and a lot of things online just say to write about yourself. So, in general, this is going to be about my life, from my point of view.
