Victims of Love

Good Charlotte

This morning I wake up to find the guy I like is swearing of women. And I know he doesn't check my blip so I can write anything about Michael Orsborn. But I won't because that's not me. I don't even know why I care so much. I shouldn't like him no one else does. But maybe that is why I do like him. I like to think I'm a caring person and I hate seeing people being not liked by everyone. I am such a caring person I put others before me, and I always get hurt. ALWAYS!! That is why I choose this title for today. I wasn't in love, I know what love is, and this wasn't it. But I did care about him so much. He was the first guy that I truly liked after my "true love". Maybe it is hopeless. Maybe there really isn't a thing called love. That is what I am starting to believe. If anyone can help me out with my dilemma please do so. I am lost in my own world.