"Screw you. Screw your idea of love. If you didn't imagine, at least once, a whole future of us together, then you were never really in love with me. Love isn't loving someone in the moment. That's called lust, and it's an entirely different concept. Love is loving someone for who they are, what they feel, how they act, the things they do, and how they portray themselves. Love is forever, love makes you question life without them. So screw you, for saying you loved me when all you felt was lust. Most of all, screw love in general. It's a messed up, horrible, deadly virus that kills your soul. Yet we all live to love, to lust, to die. We all live for a fucked up concept that devours our morals and kills us inside out. Screw it, and screw you, for making me believe it was beautiful."