I love writing but I’m not good at it
I love to lie but I always got caught
I love to be nice but people take it for granted
I love to be rude but people question my attitude
I love to be happy but people always ask ‘why you always happy?’
I love to be sad but people would ask ‘why are you sad?’
I love to be single but it lonely
I love to be taken but I always get hurt at the end
what’s the point of loving?
why everything have to be dealing with LOVE?