In late August,sitting on a park reading my favorite book. The cold wind tickles my cheeks as I read the last sentence "true love is like a drug it slowly kills you".I've never found love before I've always dreampted of it,a handsome young man in the rain waiting for to come down the stairs not accepting my invitation inside because he's too wet,but let me face it I'll never find a love like that,I think while staring into space realizing it's getting cold and I should go home. I walk through the park still halfly staring of into space until I bump into a man that looks like he is two years older than me (27) tall with dark sorry I say quickly while picking up my book and my red scarf that had fallen off, he glared at me with a facinated look and then said bipolar and anxiety bad mix then walked away,*sigh* is it really that visible I thought,a tear began to form but I wiped it off before I started crying and ran too my new flate.221c while I began too open the door the landlady came up behind me and asked if I could do her a favor sure what is it ? I asked.