why does it matter?
the three people who loved me are big jerks
number one, i broke his heart; i only knew him for two days.
number two, i never loved him; like all the other ones.
number three, the worst of all; he couldn't face rejection and ignored me to get my attention.
love is overrated,
and i tell others that no one ever loved me.
because those three are nothing but lesser than me.
