In some ways, love sucks. Really.A constant need of liberty versus the constant need to be with your other half.What's wrong with me? I psychologically don't have the ability to love.

Pas de nouvelles.

Rien.

J'aime pas cette sensation.

Peur.

Shit happens.

And I'm sick to justify myself to someone who doesn't give a shit about me.

I only have one thing left in my mind...

"If you're going through hell, keep going!!!!"