I have always been alone. My life may seem non-existent. but for me it have been painful, a life full of bitterness and resentment. Love what is it really? Is it even real? How can you be so sure? of what you feel... are you sure it is love?
My mother died because she loved. She suffered because of love. If this is what love is, then I rather not love. For it only bring suffering and pain, not only that but it also makes you vulnerable, an easy target.
This would be my story. I will make them suffer like I was forced to suffer. For years, I yearned to be loved but no one ever loved me so now I will show them the same thing that has happened to me.