I hate everything about how they describe love. It’s not always skittles and chocolates, nor, rainbows and unicorns. I had the most devastating experience about love. Yes it made me happy, but it broke me ten times back. Yes it gave me satisfaction, but it took all the ray of hope after. Yes I was floating in cloud nine, but I fell hard on the ground. Yes I felt alive, but the feeling of death took over.

Love is the last thing I want to try again. I hate broken promises and I hate sugar coated lies. To cut it short, I hate how love works. It only falls back to where you once were, the moments you feel alone, broken, unloved and the moment you feel that no one cares about you.

Call me a love hater or a man hater or whatever you want, but one thing is for sure, that I will keep a promise to myself that I, Tahara Allison Meyer, swear that I would keep myself away from love as long as I can and would not let myself suffer from pain ever again or else I would be glad to bang head on the hardest concrete that was ever built.

    I hate walking down this road, as much as you can see I'm the person who hate almost everything, but of course not everything, everything, just the things that involves like almost everything but totally NOT everything-- you get the point. If you'd ask me why I hate this road, that is because it's empty. This place is creeping me out everyday. There are houses around the neighborhood with fences and front yard, typical, I know. But there's this one house with pink flamingos and dwarf thingy whatever that is and it's creepy, I mean totally.

    Every time I walk past this house, I always wonder who's in there and when my imagination goes out of hand, I find myself running 'til I reach the highway and then I start to realize how stupid I was for doing that, but it's not like I cared anyway, I do that most of the time, I have the most amazing imagination, in a way that it freaks me out when it goes wild, but still, It's amazing.

    So yeah, I'm going downtown to pick up some groceries, my fridge's running out. I live alone at that place I called 'The Creepy Place'. Yep, since the place is perfect for Halloween. My grandmother gave me the house, because my parents are separated for the reason I don't really care about since they didn't gave a crap about me either. So yea, you got my point. 

    I entered the grocery and pull out the list of things that I needed at the back pocket of my jeans. So I started to scan along the stalls and grab everything I need. I'm in the middle of the line when my phone rang.

    "Hello? what's up ?" It's my best friend, she also lives at the neighborhood, actually her house is beside mine.

    "Where are you? If you're at the grocery store please buy me these things"

    "What things ?! I'm in the middle of the line and it's kind of embarrassing to talk when almost everyone's looking at you, and you know how I hate that!"

    "Oh you hate everything sweetheart. Now get your ass off that line and get back to the stalls, I'll send you the things you need to buy for me, I'll pay it here! Thanks bye."

    "But.." And yes ! The line went off. As if I have a choice, She would kill me if I didn't.

    So I went back to the stalls, grabbed everything she needs and wants, and oh it's not much, just too much, way too much for my own liking. To make everything fancy, I don't have a car so I have to carry it along with me!

    "I should really be heading back now.." I said more to myself since I'm the only one here. So I did. "I'm so gonna kill you this time, Lyka" still talking to myself, how stupid.