Sherlock Holmes has always been a idle to me and he once said the words above..and i believe them to be true..love is nothing more than a curse...one i cant get rid of of...seeing as i have trust issues and...im easy to take advantage of because despite myself i still trust too much...leaving my heart unguarded and defenseless...i always seem to hurt more when its broken....recently i broke up with my ex...of nearly a year...i stand by my choice but i doubt my judgement sorely because...i feel i acted to fast but..it seems he has taken it well enough that hes found love again..at least hes not as hurt as me...i take betrayal poorly...and always hurts me more than most...i have thought of suicide but nothing more..all they are are thoughts..i never act on them..no matter how bad i hurt...because i think"how would your brother feel your father and grandma?"that always stops me from taking the next step....why do i try to love when i know how it ends..i guess im a fool beliving that it could change...but they wont the fates forbid me any happiness or joy and if they do they rip it away in the most evil of ways....so im just giving up on love...i mean why invite pain?