This Is Not Your Steamy RomanceMature

Love is really the only light at the end of my tunnel.

That's not a good thing.

Love has been less of a rollercoaster, and more of a downward spiral for me.

Love is a cruel, twisted bitch.

My life is nothing but following orders, down to my last step, and honestly, there doesn't seem to be much of an end in sight.

I have three options left, and they all involve getting really lucky. I could publish myself, become a rock star, or be a comedian. That's it. Nothing else. If that doesn't work out, the way things are going for me, they'll find my dead body in my own personal janitor's closet, because a dead end, in my opinion, is a real dead end.

Maybe, if love comes into the picture, it'll be a bit less bleak.

So, this is the chronicle of how love will enter my life. Take my hand, and step through the gate.

The End

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