.𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞,𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

.he ain't the one.

"The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side."

-Scott Westerfeld

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Today is Monday that means it's officially a college day. I kinda hate it, you have to keep studying until you get old but also love it because we friends spend time together. It's not like we don't do it besides college but it's fun to be with your friends in the place called hell, going through shits together, yet enjoying to the fullest.

We all went to beach yesterday and surprisingly I and Marie didn't fight to that extent. She shared her thoughts without any of her famous sarcastic replies. She asked me if I believe in love.

Well, that's a stupid thing. Love doesn't exist. They only show it in movies. Like your Prince Charming will come and save you from the evil and then you both will live happily, or some random girl enters in your life and all of the sudden you know, she is the one, she is the girl you've been waiting for all your life. This shit only happens when Nicolas Sparks describes it. Love is merely an emotional attachment, the promises of unconditional love is threat. It is not a beautiful feeling, love tortures you, it bounds you to the feeling, it brings pain.

The strange thing is, that almost nobody knows what love is. They mislead it with the most powerful emotion, but love weakens you.

She called me a cynic in love, maybe she was right. I didn't really understand the concept of love. I love myself, that's all I know. To live, to die for someone, to spend your eternity with someone, it all sounds bullshit.

It is getting weird that I and her haven't really fought and we are kinda relaxing into each other's company. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Helping her has changed a lot of things.

I took shower and wore black jeans and black and white printed button-down. I slipped my feet into my black toms and walked down. Floral shirts are Harry's type, but they look good on me, as well.

Saffa already left for her school and Walihya was busy fan girling her favorite stars on T.V and eating her breakfast. I never get chance to talk to Doniya. She is always busy with her studies or her boyfriend or her own life.

They all are crazy girls and i'm proud to say that they are just like me. They are the female version of me.

"Mom, I'm leaving. Bye." I shouted from the door. "Love you, take care Zaynie." Mom being mom. She always calls me Zaynie, I hate that.

I called Harry whether he wanted to come with me or not. "Hey, Hazza." I said through the phone.

"Ello, Zain." He sang. "I'm coming to your place and we will go together."