I've been disillusioned not so
long ago to actually believe in love.
For a person like me, there is no love.
There is only an insatiable lüst
that never seem to go
away,
no
matter how many people I'd bed.
There is no love.
"Sometimes, people choose to leave not
because of selfish reasons but because they just know
instinctively that things will get worse if they stay. Leaving
can be very tough, and it's even harder when people can't
understand you for doing
so."