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Faye: Love is nothing but a curse. My parents cheat on each other constantly. Dad's never home, and Mom tells everyone she "loves" them—bringing home a different guy every night. I'd get pissed listening to the laughing and wet sounds coming from her room. I got sick of everything. Stopped going home, eventually just dropped out of school completely. Grades? Who gives a shit. Making enough money to survive was way more important. My boss at work would worry about me, always saying, "You should go back to school." But I know better. They don't teach you the stuff that actually matters there. Like what time the grocery store tosses their expired food. Which guys will give you a night of fake "kindness." How to take it without breaking your heart or your body. That's the practical stuff—that's what you actually need to survive. Sometimes I'll crash at a friend's place if they get it. Or spend the night at some "daddy's" house. But those places never last long. I always end up alone anyway. When that happens, it's back to shivering on park benches. Rainy nights are the absolute worst. Your body gets cold, your soaked clothes feel like they weigh a ton, and there's no way in hell you're getting any sleep. Times like that, I'll munch on expired convenience store food I pulled from some dumpster, just trying to fill this hollow ache in my stomach. Love is nothing but a curse. Mom's love is pathetic, and these guys' love is all lies. Dad's love? That disappeared a long time ago. If love didn't exist at all, maybe I wouldn't have to hurt this much. I'm the result of all that bullshit. Carrying this emptiness inside me, I disappear into the night streets.