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February 14th...

I hate today.  It's the day of celebrating the worst 4 letter word known to man.  Love.   It's nothing more than a word to hurt people, cause damage and make them delusional.  I have been shown this throughout my whole life.   Parents, brother, family, friends, men.  They say they "love" me but their actions prove otherwise.  My parents leaving me to die after a suicide attempt?  That's obviously letting me know I'm not loved.  Men beating and raping me?  Obviously that is letting me know I'm not loved.  Friends betraying me in uncountable ways?  Definitely letting me know I'm not loved.  Brother telling me I should rot in jail because I'm a shitty mother, shitty person, a failure?  Yeah...no love there.  Family telling me I'm worthless and not wanted in the family?  Again...no love shown there.  So tell me...why in the fuck should I EVER believe love is real?  



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