Bored to tears pretending

Everyone has been pretty unlucky in love this few days. If there is really a place called Heartbreak Hotel, i will probably be the first one to check in. Not one, not two heartbreaks, but three. Three in a period of 1o months. Could things get any worse? It is pretty obvious i have had enough. And i don't think this fucking weak heart of mine could take anything anymore. Then again, this is just the fucking part and parcel of life. Live on with it or fucking die. Then again, i don't think i will die without this fucking love thing. Fuck this bullshits!!

If anyone's to blame, then i am to blame. I fucking let my heart decide. I make decisions without thinking, but my mind and heart is set. I want that, i get that. No one fucking get in my way. If anyone does, i will have it my way no matter what. That is my biggest mistake. Fucking mistakes. Too quick in letting them steal your fucking heart. And you, love at first sight do not work out, fuck.

Pretty much, it was one-sided love.

And Him, good luck with whoever.