Love doesn't exist

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Chapter 1

Chapter One

by: karolinax
'Love.' That stupid thing does not exist. Get over it.
Well I guess it exists if it's between you and your parents or if you love your friends. But love as in with your boyfriend? Nah, don't effin' think so. People, thirteen -my age roughly- Say they 'love' the opposite gender. Aye right. One- you’re so young how do you know what love is? Two- Get a life and stop pretending. Oh Em Gee. It's not so hard!
When I scroll down my facebook news-feed, i see "...Changed their relationship status from 'married' to 'single'" or "I lOve yOu sO much wen wiill yOu understand thiiis? ii lOve yOu!!" Ugh. Love -if it even exists- sucks. Even friendship love. I mean, people -friends- always say 'I love you' to eachother. And usually it's 'I love you forever and always' but the week after they have fallen out and they hate eachother... What the hell? Seriously. And the worst thing is that they trust eachother with everything, and if you have fallen out then one of you will tell the other's secret and when the other person finds out, they want revenge. So they tell a secret. And then they find out and tell more and more.
Thing is, Nobody can read others' minds and thoughts. I don't believe in all that shiz from movies or books. Supernatural powers? Haha how about no. Anyways, if no one can tell what is in the other person's head, how can you know if you can trust them? Can do you know they're not just doing this to see how much of a loser you are and who you fancy.

So... My life sucks. That's not how I would describe it, cause it's even worse than just suck.
I moved from England four, nearly five years ago, and people don't like me as much.
Except for Lucy. She's my bestest friend ever. I tell her nearly everything, except for like...some private things she does not need to know, and I do say that I will love her forever. But that's because I mean it.
Like, I used to be really really close to some people, but as time went by, we stopped talking, usually because they changed so much and became one of those covered-in-make-up teenagers who go around discos for fifteen year olds thinking they are grown up. But they're not. For me, you can go to a party or a disco once a while, but not dressed like a stripper, with a mini skirt which goes half way down your bottom, and a belly top 'cause they think they're so skinny but when it comes to the teenage talk 'oh my! you’re so skinny' they say 'no what the hell I’m so fat!! eughh'... But they are around twelve to fourteen if not younger, and they are not Strippers.

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