What’s the point? You love someone, they say they love you, then they ghost you for weeks, respond with something that they never would say, then cheat, then beg for forgiveness, you give it to them, then they tell you that they only pretended to love you bc of something stupid, and then they take away the one thing you love most which happens to be my baby brother, which leads us to your soul being destroyed beyond repair, and you tell yourself that it’s just a nightmare, which eventually leads to insanity to where you believe you are still loved, and that leads to the cold hearted truth of reality that you are not loved, now you are locked in your basement, away from people, and using your phone to go to chess.com and ask for advice. So please try to convince me the point. And in case you are wondering, No, I am not okay