I read so many sad stories pertaining to love, they became repeatitive and started to become humorous, as if they were all from the same cult and consulted on what to write. I knew what the next line was going to be, because it was the same in the last one. Their thoughts began to run together...bla, bla, bla, my life is over, I'll never find love again..."Geeze"..Take a number and draw it from a hat to decide who gets to post it next. P.S. "Not everyone can post the exact same sad story and change the signature"...Will the real author please stand up!
