I’ve been searching for this someone. Yes, seriously. This someone whom I can call “The One”. It’s a little hard to deny, it’s calling me queerly. I doubt it, Love. Do you exist? I may sound weird, but unfortunately, I do not want to believe that you truly exists. Why would some people attempt of killing themselves because of you? You’re such a freak. I can’t imagine you, coming into my life. You are basically untrue, you’re a mere fiction, a fallacy that for some, it’s like having their Cinderella Story. A princess fell in love with her prince and lived happy ever after.
Stereotypical. I hate to be unreasonable, but I believe my heart is no longer beating. It isn’t feeling anything anymore. It turns to be so numb. Honestly, am I this man hater? I hate to argue, but I may seem to be quite flirtatious, in a way. But oh, believe me. Not even in my dreams. I do not want relationships. I hate relationships. The mere fact that I haven’t fallen in love yet. (The real love which you try to call) I don’t want to fall for someone deeply, that it actually scares me. I never want to be imprisoned in somebody else’s love, which paradoxically I love. My point is, I don’t want to fool anybody else anymore. I don’t want to hurt a guy who falls like, you know. It’s not that, I hate receiving bouquet of flowers, huge stuffed toys and boxes of chocolates. But, I just really can’t imagine myself having someone, neither I can’t see myself loving for real, in sincerity. I flirt with guys, but that’s it. It’s the end of the line.
I swore to myself, I would then have a serious relationship. Yes, when I reach the age of 26. By that time, I am already a certified lawyer. :) *Mark my words*
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