Maybe love isn't for me.

Maybe I wasn't meant to be loved. Maybe mother Nature had other plans when she created me, and feeling loved wasn't one of them.

That's why I keep suffering. I'll suffer until I die. I will walk the streets with blood dripping from my heart. With tears dripping from my eyes. That's what my life is now. 

Who knows? Maybe I'll die and none will show up in my funeral. Hahahaha. Funny right? Funny how my life is like.

Maybe death is the only choice. We'll all die someday after all.