Yet again

Every ashtray tells a different story. Some tell the adventures of a group of friends, discussing their latest achievments or simply unwinding after a long and tiring week. Some recite the poetry of the lonely thinker, plotting away while the cigarette smoke twirls through the air, forming a neverending pattern in the mind of our hero. But only one will tell you the tale of the boy (should I say young man) with no heart, just waiting for the smoke to fill his lungs and suffocate his pain away...

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and maess you up. You build all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you.
They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore, Love takes hostages. It gets insido. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like "maybe we should be just friends" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul hurt, a real "gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart" pain.

I hate love.