Don't you try and tell me my dear friend that how love can be so beautiful, when all love brought me was shattered parts of my personality , that I'm still picking up today. Don't tell me that true love will make me a better person all love made me was bitter , sad., lonely. .lost, weak I will sit on the self forever collect dust Bitterly tasting nothing.I will safely rote away .
I don't no well I do I have a aunt who is only in her 50s she is so bitter from love so hurt she will never look again. Sad x she hates people no one talks too her she is so angry I just had too put it down x how she sees love . I hope one day she will be happy x