Love has no meaning.
There is no such thing.
The attraction you feel to someone can never be classified by pitiful words such as ‘love’. Was there ever any meaning to it? I would never know.
Said to be something that everyone strives for, I cannot seem to wrap my head around the fact.
Love is pain.
Love is suffering.
Love is cruel. Is that what everyone wants, to be tortured and experience such cruelty? Then they could live my life.
Feel the ‘love’ I felt as I lived in that house.
Feel the ‘love’ when they tell you how worthless you are.
Feel the ‘love’ when you don’t know why you’re alive anymore.