If you think your life sucks,
Fuck.
You.
Your life is filled with so many joys and love.
You have a family who loves you.
If you're reading this
Consider yourself lucky,
Because obviously
You must have some sort of technological device to read my story on.
Right?
Consider yourself lucky you ungrateful fuck.
You're allowed to love.
I've shut myself out
Isolated myself
Hated myself
For one thing;
You.
You see,
I'm not allowed to love.
I've been cursed from birth.
I learned to love my family
Despite all of our flaws and imperfections
Which was my first mistake....
I cannot love.
I don't know why I fucking can't but I want to know
What the hell I did to deserve this life.
As much as I want to
I can't love you
Or anyone for that matter
Because if I do,
You will surely die,
And my love for you will just be another tragic story to tell.....
(I'm not an active writer but I've thought of this story for a while and decided to finally put this into words)
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.