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.