Reality and love are almost contradictory for me.
Every single of my ex-es…
they’re now married!
Man go out with me, we break up, and then they get married!
And later they call me to thank me for teaching them what love is, and…
that I taught them to care and respect women!
You know, I want to kill them!
Why didn’t they ask me to marry them? I would have said „No”, but at least they could have asked!!!
But it’s my fault, I know that it’s my fault, because…
I never felt it was the right man.
But what does it mean the right man? The love of your life? The concept is absurd, the idea that we can only be complete with another person is…
You know, I guess I’ve been heart broken too many times.
And then I recovered.
So now, you know, form the starts, I make no effort.