I don't believe in love. At all. It just seems so unrealistic.
People in stories they talk about the butterflies and the fireworks. The fireworks when someone you love touches you. I got fireworks on my skin when I broke my nose (long story). I get butterflies in my tummy when I have to present a project for my enrichment class.
I just think love is inevitable. How in the world do we find our soulmates? That's the thing we don't. We may think love someone. We may think they're our soulmate, but the truth is there's no such thing.
So, please, I am sick and tired about reading about love stories because life never gets a happy ending. We all die.
Trust me when I say I know love isn't real. It's just a facade.
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Sorry I'm such a Debby Downer. Goodbye me kittens.
