Chapter 1
I don’t understand the concept of love, why would anyone want to go in that emotional rollercoaster. Love always ends up being so ugly and disgusting, but everyone always fantasies and wish for it to fall upon them. Everyone wants to find the one, they search and search. I have yet to actually see someone find that person. Even when they think they found “the one”, there is always lies, deception, cheating, and motives. That’s what makes us human, we lie, we always have motives that benefits us. We’re such selfish creatures.
I never thought being single or “alone” sounded horrible, it’s freedom from the burden of emotional manipulation and headaches. Some may disagree with my thinking and call me the bad guy; they tell me I just haven’t seen the “good in love”. I can’t say I didn’t have that naive mindset at one point, I too thought love was so magical. I was the lucky few that didn’t have to actually go through the cheating and manipulation to find out the truth, thank goodness for that.
Love just seems like a big headache, you constantly overthink, and you constantly get anxiety over everything.” Does he like me? “, “Is he thinking about me? “, “Is she mad at,” Why is he acting like that? “, “Why is she acting like this? “. The constant headache, it makes me want to fall asleep forever. Not going to lie and say I haven’t at least thought about it, but every time I do something always reminds me to stay alone.
Besides being alone is paradise, I don’t have to think so hard about things, I don’t have to think about how the other person may feel if I look in a boy’s direction. Don’t have to deal with flaws, but my own. I also don’t have to search for the red flags. My own red flags aren’t harming me or anyone in general. I do sometimes wonder, what’s the big deal with love?
