Pardon

He doesn't want me. Doesn't want ME. The fuck are we doing? Why do we hurt each other all the time? I bet these are the consequences of "Summer 2012". Niiice... Or my Litlte Serenity is right: there are too fucking many differences between us. Are there? There are, but what the hell is love doing here? Maybe it's not love. Maybe we were too weak to find ourselsfs what we deserved. Fuck you love! Fuck you science! I'm a fucking child standing in the rain with orange umbrella and playing with the plashes and the raindrops.A child. I'd rather die alone in my utopias, than be bounded by some invisible chains. I love my freedom. I like the way i am. i don't want anyone to tell me to hold my horses. I won't. I believe in love. This love made me who i am now. So what the fuck?