Love. Single. Truth.
There's so much that had happened that I want to post. But what's the point? The only love that matters is the love between me and the ppl related to me by blood (or equivalent). Love outside of that is a lie that I'm tired of participating in. Doesn't matter what I want, the obvious conclusion is I'm destined to be single. Once I retrain myself to fully accept my fate, I'll be able to say; "Fuck to finding love. And love finding to fuck."












