You get happy, just to be made unhappy again.
You make friends, just to lose them in the end.
You fall in love, just to have your heart broken.
You live, just to die.
Everything ends in a bad way some how… We just have to accept that.
How can you love someone who doesn’t spend time with you. You live in the same house yet he spends as much time apart from you as he can. He puts you down, makes you upset and goes on about how ‘he paid for this and that’ so it’s his. He treats you like his slave, makes you get everything for him and do everything for him. He’s cheated on you once, he’ll do it again. Once a cheater always a cheater.