I hate you.
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Ongoing13m
Last published Wed, Jun 21, 2023
Everyone thinks differently. you're entitled to your opinion and so am I. and everyone's opinion about love sure is different. but let's just cut ourselves some slack. your definition of love might be similar to mine but it's just not the same. love, to me isn't love. I swear it's not about gender and/or sexuality, it's also not just a fleeting feeling, or wanting to make your significant other happy all the time. that's just not what it's all about. love can be pretty fucked up at times and it can be shown differently, depending on the person, if you understand what I mean. love, as I said, can be perceived differently. and as I write, I'd love to know what your opinion on this phenomenon called 'love' is, no matter how shitty or fucked up you think it is, it's still your opinion and I'm just here to help you air it out. I know we all try to hide what we think might creep others out, but this is a safe space, no one knows you and I'm sure as hell no one gives a fuck. just be yourself here, relax and enjoy my book.
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