Love is disappointing. There is not one person I know who has had success in love. When I look at my parents, none of them got what they wanted. My mom was the head cheerleader; my dad was head of the football team. Isn’t that the dream that Hollywood sells us. Isn’t that supposed to be the happily ever after that Disney preaches? Well, not in the real world. In the real world, love doesn’t exist. We seek for it all our lives. But we will eventually die without grasping it. That’s the real world. A sad unpopular opinion. But true. Live is empty, and full of nothing. We live to die. Why do we eat? To live. Why do we work? To live. Why do we marry? To live happily? Why do we live happily? To die. It’s all just a sad reality. Aint that a bitch!
Moral of this story. Masturbation is key.
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