My love is too much to handle. I don’t even believe that it is love. I just know it’s madness, obsession, over emotional and blah blah. I don’t really deserved to be loved. Don’t understand myself, how can you expect me to understand you?
It’s really a funny thing. I don’t think i can ever change this part of me and now for sure I know no one can handle it. Including myself.
What’s the point of me living when there is no love? Love completes life. Life is empty without love. That’s what I know.