Why don't people just admit it and say, "I don't know what love is." I did.
What the hell is it?
I used to think love was this sick feeling you get when you think about a
person... sick in a good way, that is. Why would anyone ever want to get
love sick when all you end up with is a fever and huge rash on your neck?
It's stupid and pointless to keep dreaming that that same person feels the
same way that you do. It's impossible. One will always love the other more
while the other will love him less or even not all.
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