Another one bites the dust.

Here we go again.

Honestly, I give up on love and everything to do with it.

I try my best, I give it all I have and in the end fate still manages to screw me over.

I'm through with boyfriends. And love. And whatever else it is that people harp on about. It never works for me, and through no fault of my own.

Sometimes I feel like the defected piece someone picked up in a hurry and threw away after they realised it was broke. That's what it is.

And even if you don't have expectations, it hurts like a bitch.

=)