Love in my life is like cockroach on my toothbrush. I don’t know what it’s doing there and I dare not know.
Everything is complicated when it comes to love as it comes with conditions and confusion. When you are alone, you seek love; when you’re in love, you crave to be single again. So I guess I’ve had enough paradoxes and ironies in my life and about time I squashed the cockroach.
Y’know, cockroaches can survive nuclear explosions? Y’know who I got my money on.