"I'm constantly falling in love. With different people. I don't show it, I do nothing to gain an interest of man who I like. I don't know how and I don't want. Because it's not real. My parents never loved me that's why I dream about love, care and romantic feelings generally. Damn it. My heart's killing me. Right now. In this same second. I despise it. I hate it. My anger about it is now big, fat & dark grey. ("Big, fat & violet" is very funny name for book I think. *thoughtful smile*)
Yesterday I liked, even loved one person, today I love another man. Fuck. "Truth, truth, truth about love..." (Pink's cool!)))
Forgive me, forget me..."
