Love sucks.

No, I’m not just saying that without justification or reasoning, and I’m not just saying it because I’m some teenage spoilt brat who just wants to be noticed because her parents deprive her of attention. Or because I’m some depressed emo kid, trying to find a reason not to cut myself every night. Nor am I a petty school girl that just found out that her crush for the past few months doesn’t love her back. No, I’m not any of those things.

I’m just a sixteen year old girl who is a total romantic. Whose love life has always been *%#^ed up, whether I knew it or not. Whose boyfriend, who she was totally in love with, just dumped her in front of around half of the school.  Whose parent’s would rather fight over who gets what in the divorce, than ask me how my day was. Who’s been trying for the past two hours to get my little six year old sister to stop crying because of my parent’s shouting coming from the kitchen.

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