Why bother with it??

Why do I bother with love? I try so hard for it to go so wrong. What if I am one of those people who never find love? I always wanted the fairy tale dream, the Barbie dream house and my own ken, BUT NO!! Love has so many things that no one tells you till it’s too late. Watch out for those who say that they love you and will break your heart. Ken doesn’t exist he comes form a world of hope and happiness but we live in the world of cold and cruelly that is why we lie to are kids and show them a pretend world one that they can make what every they want. When your heart is shredded into two no-one can bind it together but the person that ruined it they never told me that till after it was ripped. One day going to love someone that may hit you but you’ll be to in love and will over look it. You would give yourself to them because you love them so much that you won’t see anything wrong but deep inside they destroy part of you. The destroy a part that you never have seen of yourself they will show you that love is and will always be every painful. So why do I bother with you any of you? Maybe it’s because I rather get hurt than be alone…
Even now that my heart is ripped in to millions.