I don't think I can understand love. Not after witnessing my own parents marriage slowly, somehow, shattered to pieces. Nor after I hug my own sister that was covered in bruises all over her body and chapped lips after being slapped and punched by someone she once said her true love, and crying for the whole night in my arms. Or when my bestfriend was left to be a young single mother by the guy who promised to love her till forever. LOVE. I have nothing to say about it. But one thing for sure, I won't be stupid enough to fall in love. I don't even want to waste my time trying to think what love is, or to feel it. Love to me is just another trivial and troublesome thing that I would avoid in my life. Well, I don't really have to avoid it, since I can't even feel it.