This...

ROCKS!!!

Love disappoints me.

Now that I finally found someone who loves me, you know, this awesome guy, I think I'd be better off alone. I'm really confused. I liked him, a lot, just before I found out he liked me back. The first date was amazing, and now, I barely feel a thing when he kisses me, when he hugs me. We haven't even made a week yet! What the actual fuck is this shit? Why do I feel this way? Isn't this supposed to be spectacular, magical? I don't even get butterflies anymore when he tells me something sweet. I saw him today, and I went back home earlier than I had to because I felt so wrong. The thing is that I liked him just a few days ago. What's happened? Love is just an invent of industry to sell teddy bears, chocolate and fucking flowers (in my case, CDs). I feel so wrong, I don't wanna hurt this boy, he's really amazing, in all senses, but I just... I just... I can't even phrase it.
I had the illusion to find someone someday who would make me forget everything with just a caress, with a word. Someone who would love me, and who I would love back. I thought I loved him. I'll hate myself if I ever hurt him. I swear I will.
Is this it? Is this "love"? Because if this is it I would definitely be better off alone.

Happiness, happiness is in the air...

...it's everywhere... but in my soul.

And my soul, from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, shall be lifted...

nevermore...