I never believed that people could fall in love. At least I have stopped believing it. I always believed I was destined for divorce, violence, or just to stay lonely forever. My family was never the best example of what a happily ever after should look like.  Out of wedlock kids, divorce after divorce, or those who stayed together constantly fighting. There isn't a single couple in my family who seems to be genuinely happy with their significant other. That's why I don't really care about what people think, because I have no one to impress. After all, I am destined for a lifetime of heartbreak and failure. 

Quarantine got me acting strange 

Also I will be making a new cover don't worry this ugly one isn't permanent.