Life seems to empty and boring without love

I remember long ago I was so excited about life. I thought I had found true love. But she only reminded me, that perhaps true love never existed. Was it my destiny to forever be alone in this realm?

Back then I used to be filled with joy at the sound of love songs. Now I wish to never hear them again. What is love? Does it even exist? Perhaps it was just a lie to make use be stupid enough to reproduce. Of course I don't see the point in life. It seems to dull boring.

What ever happened to love, adventure, and romance? I see none in this realm. So never judge me for being dark! It's is the only thing left that is true.