Everyone is successfully finding love but me.
But that’s okay, because I have Ana, the truest love a girl could have.
You think you can keep treating me like shit and I’ll still be around. Just keep walking, keep fucking walking all over me.
Some people just create their own problems.
I’m cursed.
I can’t have anything truly nice, in any sense of the word.
I think that both the world and I would be better off if I wasn’t here.
