"Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you." - Loretta Young. Fiona believed in love. She was obsessed with it. A hopeless romantic who wanted a happily ever after, believed in love at first sight, and couldn't get enough of rom-coms. She was THE definition of love-obsessed. Until she wasn't. Because no matter how much of a good person you are, how many hours you spend reading or watching silly movies, life will fuck you over. Again, and again. Until all that happiness you once had, all those books, all those cds.. Gone in a second. The happiness? Vanished, nobody saw it again. Cds were donated to charity, we don't need that dumb shit anymore. And the books? Burned. Page by page. The words caught on fire and slowly died. And as cliche as it sounds, that's how Fiona felt. She felt like she was burning, yet she wasn't dying. She felt every flame and every burn, yet they didn't kill her. She didn't believe in love anymore. She knew happy endings weren't possible nor real and love at first sight was invented. Because in a world full of hate, there's no room left for love. Or so she thought. Because when a book is sent to her anonymously, she finds it weird. What she finds even weirder, is that it's a guide. A guide to fall in love. And the worst part? The worst, most dreadful part? Results are guaranteed.

"She loved to write Because not only was she bright But because she knew she would be alright And the words would be children of her light." - Me. Here you can find random poems, happy or sad, about love or not (most are though lol). It doesn't really matter. A poem is a way people express themselves without ever having to open their mouth. *All poems are mine! Remember, plagiarism is a CRIME, so think twice before copying someone's work.* Highest rankings: #35 in Heart #15 in Love poem #5 in book of poems #7 in heart wrenching #26 in life lessons #39 in sad poems #1 in all ages

This is not a story. At least, it's not a fun one. Yuki was never the best. Always the second place at school. Always the second on the beauty pageants. The second in her precious competitions. It didn't matter if she studied all night long. If she applied makeup for hours or practiced her quadruple lutz until her legs gave out. The second daughter to a family where these were what mattered most, and her sister got it all. She wasn't and never would be the first place. She would never be pretty enough to win a pageant, let alone a boy's heart. Or smart enough to get the best score in class, never mind an entry to her dream university. She's would never, ever win on the ice. She's a girl, after all. A worthless girl in a world where second place is never appreciated and first place is worshipped like a god. Second place is just the proof of, yes, you're good. Just not good enough. Sick of everything, Yuki decides to write her whole life in a series of letters to those who she either loved or hated with her whole being. Those who either showed belief in her through times of pain, or caused the given pain This isn't a book of a love. This isn't a fantasy, or a mystery. This isn't a dystopian tale or a legend to be whispered for years to come, either. This isn't fiction, at all. Yuki is the demonstration of every girl, every woman, every one who was just never good enough. Never the best, never the worse. Just, nothing at all. But after all, beauty is pain, right? +--+++--+ Rankings: #1 in suicideprevention #3 in awareness #6 in iceskating #7 in suicideawareness #15 in health