some people aren't just made for love naturally, they're born with tragedy in their blood.fucked up and all drained from any feelings.
unable to feel.
to live.
to be a good person.
thinking they will be fine, they will find anyone and feel loved.but once they do, they run away.
run away as far as possible.
and then they search for it again just to ruin everything all over and over again.just like that, till the day they live.sometimes they give up.but it's not really different.
because they could never feel anything at the begging too.that's it.
Some people are simply born with the tragedy in their blood.
I'm the one too.
There's endless tragedy in my blood.Not a single teardrop of love.
happiness.
or anything.
Just this sickening heaviness of emptiness, stuck in nothing all the time.some may think there's nothing worse that could happen.
It is.
You'll get used to this disgusting state and then you do not care anymore.
not care about anyone.
nor yourself.you know you're an asshole person full of shit.
but it hits hard when suddenly someone tells you how full of shit you actually are.
you know it.
you always knew it.
but it cuts deep because you realise you're just like your father and your mother who you hate with your whole existence.you look at them but in reality you're looking at yourself.
that's why you hate them that much.and the curse doesn't ends here.
because you wake up every morning, looking in the mirror and day by day you don't recognise the person in front of you.not even a little bit.
and you never will.
because that child is gone and will never gonna get back.
you suck.
and you don't just suck in love but in a friendship too.
in a life too.
in everything.
you suck as a person and you can't change anything because you got the ability to always find something wrong to say or do.because you're all that.
your soul is made of nothing but bunch of mistakes that breaks everyone and everything around you.
you were not made for love.
and you will never heal or get better.
it will be like that always.
Till the day you live.
And yet you still got a hope.a hope to not to fuck up this time.
funny, isn't it?
you were born unloving.
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Randomsome people aren't made for love - they're born with tragedy in their blood, destined to destroy everything they touch. This is my curse. I'm full of mistakes, and I will never be better. Maybe that's why I keep trying, even though I was born unlovi...