So I'm supposed to do what I love, and say fuck the rest. Do what I love, and do whatever if takes to get there. Because I only have one life to do that. And what I love is.. love. It's the only feeling that has ever pulled me out of my insanity and the only feeling that has ever made me grateful to be walking the face of this earth. Yet I haven't encountered love for sometime now. I can almost remember the last time love visited me, but I don't remember why it left. We used to have such a great time, accomplishing things that were beyond my reason and ideas. It hurts not to have love but it hurts even more to search for it only to be let down. And just like that I think I gave up. But they say that love hasn't given up on me yet. I hope love hasn't given up on me yet, because if it hasn't then I'll be happy to say fuck the rest.  ¶ 11:14 PM