two of my friends and i are extremely unlucky when it comes to love. the three of us have been heartbroken by guys. we’re not the biggest bitches in the universe. we’re actually quiet nice to people. yet, we always end up suffering because of people. why is that? why do we always suffer because of people? why can’t we simply find ourselves a mate that will make us happy? why do we all fall for assholes? why can’t the good people be sent our way? why do we always end up with fuck up guys that just crash our feelings as if we were shit? that’s so fucking yo. we’ve been told our entire life that we’ll find some ourselves some pretty boy that will make us happy, make us think about having a family shit. this day has yet to come. every fucking single time we would be in a relationship, we’d be cheated on, lied to, physically or mentally abused? are my friends and i meant to live such miserable lives? like, wtf.