I think I've been a little too familiar with the situation above. Both playing the victim and the culprit. I guess, in this century, where technology is supreme, making everything and almost anything so easy to hide, temptations go crazy. And many often, we get caught in lust.

My parents were divorced, and I found myself hating them. Love? No such thing in the world. People around me cheat all the time. I'm not saying I'm 100% angel (I've got to know a couple of guys behind my boyfriend's back) but what's I'm saying is, there isn't such thing as loving someone 100%.

It's been almost a year since Farley & I got together, and sometimes I catch myself thinking, do I really love him? I do care about him a lot, I get hurt when he lies, I feel happy when we're together, I smile when he smiles, he knows all my dark secrets, even those that I chose to keep away from family and friends... so is that love?

I guess, the world is ending. Not literally, but the world where money strives, where looks and beauty counts, where society chooses to benefit the rich and the beautiful. It's the ugly truth. Love, as cliché as it sounds, hurts and I keep coming back, hoping some day, a miracle will happen.

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