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I feel now that love has only led me to drama, awkwardness, broken friendships and jerkness. I realize now, it is not love that drives me. That is not my passion, contrary to what I've been obsessing over these past couple years. My passion is and always will be art and music. I am done with love, for it has never been there for me, so why should I support it? My desire is beyond a cliche thought. It is a thought, momentary, and unique. I strive for art, but love, no longer.