Love is beautiful for those who are fortunate, and rich, and successful and too much caring and this that and 100 other godaaaanmmm shit.
I wish i could kill my emotions, all of them, ego pride love sadness anger jealousy and everything,
my life would become so much peaceful and easy.

What is love really, its just chemical and hormones tricking you into reproduction, its not real , but for us its real, its like a nightmare but when you are awake, love isn't beautiful its disgusting its a weakness, its pain, its loneliness, its trying too hard, its fakery.

happiness and will replace you when it's convenient for them like you are a piece of object.