This is the worst pain I have felt this semester, with love knocking on my door, I let it in, only to find that I have been completely robbed when I try to make it comfortable. My valuables are gone, and there is nothing but tears filling up the void of what used to sit on my nightstand and the trophies that I kept on my desk. As if that wasn’t enough, it ran off before I could even catch it. I want to report it to the police, turn it in, put it behind bars, and never see it again, but I can’t do that. I want what it has to offer, and I want the life that it can give me. I hug everything that I own, keeping it close and making sure that at least those things can stay with me. My family and friends are all that I have, but they are a temporary fix for my addiction to love.
“Circumstance has no value. It is how one relates to a situation that has value. All true meaning resides in the personal relationship to a phenomenon, what it means to you.” -Christopher "Alexander Supertramp" McCandless
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