Love

Love, why is it so important I ask?, They say you simply cannot live  happily without it, but then another question comes to mind, why love, why be happy, we are all set up for the same fucking purpose, to grow, reproduce, get old and, die, there is no end to the process, and there never will be, there is nothing we can do about it but watch and cry, if this is what we call living then what is the point of trying to find peace or love when what we work for is going to be dismantled by fate and we will be long forgotten by the time that anything matters at all. If this is what love or life is, then I don't want to live, why work up to something that will never matter, why live for a purpose that will eventually fade into nothing, we are all just being tortured by this "so called God", an we are all spawns of a bullshit system that will eventually kill everything that we ever loved. 

Oliver/Liam, I love you so fucking much, thank you for all you have done for me.