Have you ever been in love? If you haven’t, you’re lucky. Love makes you vulnerable. It opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build all these walls to protect you, so that nothing can hurt you, but then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life, and manages to make you question whether those walls you built should be broken down. They didn't do it on purpose. Or maybe 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 inside you. 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. That phrase is like stabbing you with a knife, and then saying “you can clean the mess”. 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. It’s pointless, and it takes everything in you to restart your heart, because once you fall in love, it’s the hardest thing ever, to get back up.