Hole
I just don't care. I don't, alright? I'm not in the mood for love. I've got so much to do ahead of me, and I'm really exicted about it. I don't need love now.
Why do I need love? Does anyone really need love? Can't they just be numb to everything and forget about...everything? I seem to be particularly good at that. Nothing affects me. Nothing startles me. Nothing means anything to me.
Why?
Am I cursed?
Is it so bad to live without love?
Really?
Then why do I get so...goofy around you, funny-haired girl? Do I love you? Do I really love you? How can I love when I don't know what love is? Alone in this world, it has been hard. But love is like ablack hole to me. I can't get lost in a hole without someone to share the darkness.
I guess it's true. It's just me and you. I suppose I do...really...love...you.
Share the darkness with me, my love?
Author's Notes: Sorry. I couldn't help it. I'm in a slump.