Lately, I´ve been thinking too much it seems… after all, what right do I have? No rights, no beginnings, no endings. That´s right.
From now on, I will never look at life the same way again, I will never know what is it like to have true love, till the day, my mr right decides show himself to me. I am NOT desperate for a boyfriend. Or rather, I need company. I hate to be too lonely for a while… makes me totally cranky if you ask me…
Sometimes I would love to be surrounded by people whom I like, and ones that I really enjoy being with, be it gentlemen or ladies.
And truth be told, after all that has happened to me lately… I realized one thing…
I am skeptical of true love. Honestly, how many can actually claim that they have experienced true love? What defines love in the first place? Does love means peace, joy or does love mean cruelty, selfishness?
If life is meant to be a joke, then whatever has happened is a cruel joke then.
To be honest, if you don´t get what I wrote here, its ok. Its my way of randomly venting out all the anger and hate. Thanks for reading.
Nicole
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