I don't know what's worse the fact that I don't think I'll ever fall in love again or the fact that I've become a person who doesn't believe love exists anymore.
I've always been the hopeless romantic. But I'm kind of sick of it. I mean I know I love people but I don't think I want to pursue it anymore. What's the point? It's so fickle. It could change in a second. Why should I invest so much into something that could just fall apart.
I'm sick of having the rug pulled out from under me so I'm not gonna stand on rugs anymore.
