Love. It's a strange word that one. It doesn't really have a meaning does it? It's just there. You're probably thinking that I'm wrong, that every word has a definition. But think about it. What's love really? Explain it to me please, I want to understand. Because when people start explaining it, it's always about a person, never an empty clarification. So yes love has a meaning but only if you have found a person who is important enough to you, to give a meaning to the world love.
It's a funny thing 'hate'. You can hate someone so deeply that you actually love them. Because when you love someone, you want them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you. When it destroys you, you hate it but you can't hate that person. No. You hate the way you can't say no, you hate the way how they treat you eventhough they don't know that they're torturing you.
You don't know what it's like to be worthless. Where nothing you do matters. I feel that way every day of my life. Every damn day. It's like life's a game and I haven't been told what the rules are. I don't want to live in all the pain but unfortunately life is pain. If you haven't noticed, everything we do is in pain. Everyone has thought about ending it at some point just to relief the pain and the truth is I don't even care anymore. I don't care if I live or die because either way it sucks. I live, I'm in pain. I die, I'm nowhere. I live, I'm nothing. I die, I'm nothing. It really doesn't change a thing. It's not like people are gonna miss me. I'm a waste. A waste of time, a waste of effort.
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RandomIn here you can find a lot of one shots that are a bit different than others. I put true emotions in this one so it can be too much sadness in one story. I will update at least once a month. Enjoy. *Trigger warning*
