18 July 0234

July 18th was the day I had made a promise to never love again, the thought of handing over my affection to a stranger only made me upset rather than afraid. love is underrated, love is overrated personal I've just really come to hate it, loath it, despise it. I refuse to make eye contact with it. And sadly I know people that would take a bullet for it . But I am not one to forfeit. Thorns protect roses, but roses die too, a rose symbolizes love and that does too. everything that has a life will cease to live too . And like l said I refuse to look at love in the eyes cause it may deceive me. I would rather smile at death since it smiles back