Verse 1

Love is a fickle creature. One moment it’s there, the next it’s gone.
I don’t understand it. Can’t explain it.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this — it’s all lies.

Maybe I was never meant for love.
Maybe I’m one of those rare, unlucky souls born to die alone.

It’s sad, really.
I have so much love to give — and nowhere to put it.

For as long as I can remember, I haven’t been able to connect with anyone on a deeper level beyond friendship.
It’s like I mentally can’t find the words to express what I feel toward someone.

I’ve tried, believe me. Even when a girl’s into me, I still find a way to ruin it.

Maybe I’m a robot.
But if I were, I wouldn’t feel anything — and I sure as hell wouldn’t be writing in a diary… I mean, journal.
Or maybe I’m an advanced model, like a chat robot or something.
Nah, still doesn’t make sense.

Shit. I hear my alarm — I’m late for school.
We’ll continue this later.

4/4/2025...
The day I start my university experience