These days, I have been so disenchanted by the idea of love. I have been realizing how weak it could be. How it buckles under pressure. How it's disappointing when you have so much hope for it. Love isn't what I used to think it is. It's just another concept human beings seem to have failed miserably at. Love is a utopia, and utopias don't exist.
Sound advice
How can someone expect you to treat others with kindness if you can't treat yourself with kindness?