Love does not exist. It is just some way for people to make money.

love. What really is it anyway. Two people can just meet each other for the first time, talk, and then a week later they think they are in love. Just like that. Is that really how it seems to work because that is just bullshit. I have seem people get hurt, and I don't want to be in love. It just complicates everything. It changes your actions even if you don't realize this. You might accidentally use someone to prove a point to someone you might have feelings for. And then you feel like shit because you realize that you never liked that one person, and the person you do like is out with someone else having a hell of a time. You just get stuck in your head, and you have this idealistic way your life would play out if you were together. Deep down you know it isn't like that though. You know that if you were really together, you would mess it up. Just like you do. All the time. But you might be the other person. You might be the person who is leaded on. You might be the person who is happy with someone else not realizing that someone you used to care about still really cares about you even though she just can't tell you. even though she couldn't show it before and still feels like she doesn't know how to express her feelings. And trust me, she feels like shit right now. Sitting on her bed, hugging a pillow, wishing it was you and that you knew how she felt. And at the same time hoping you will never discover her secret because it will ruin everything again. Like she does. She ruins things all the time, and she realizes this. But she can't help the fact she has fucking issues. It is just the way she is. And she doesn't know how to fix herself. Because even though she has never been broken by love, she is broken. The pieces of her heart have been scattered through dark times, and she doesn't know how to put them together. Each time they seem to fit, they just end up shattering and she cracks. She breaks all over again and hits a new low. It is just the cycle of her life.