wtf why are you reading this shit

Why should I bother with love, anyway.

Everyone I love will die. You will die. I will die. There is no forever between us. Whatever future we have together will be short lived, non-perpetuating, finite, ended by the inevitable death that comes- of love, or of life.

So why should I bother with love anyway?

Particularly when I’m this miserable being in love.

Particularly when I haven’t spoken to you for days.

Particularly when you don’t even seem to notice.

Particularly when I, even, have stopped noticing.

So why should I bother with love anyway?

(If you can’t answer, love doesn’t exist.)