I don't know if I believe in love
But I sure as hell hope it doesn't find me.
I've got too much going on to worry about that.
Hell, I don't even want it.

I think.

I see all these other people moaning and groaning about it
Because they haven't found anyone yet.
They use that word for it? "Found"?
What, is it something you just stumble across without meaning to?

If that's it, love sounds pretty damn inconvenient.
I mean, you're not prepared for it.
You don't know exactly what to do with it,
the first time.

And things like that mess up everything.

Those star-eyed idiots say it isn't so.
That it's supposed to be unexpected.
Well, so is a mugging. Or a robbery. Or any kind of attack.
I don't see anyone singing the praises about that.

I'm not good with people, anyways.
I've tried looking.
Somewhat.
Everyone just looks the same on the inside.

Empty.
For me, at least.

Or maybe I'm just reading too much into this.
Much ado about nothing.
All those people who complain about their love lives
Could have just run out of anything else to say.

All I have to say about it is this:
While it's possible I'll eat my words,
I plan on being on my own, even until I'm no longer here.
That way, I won't be disappointed.

Vox dei.