I fucking hate it when I read a sad story that reminds me of my own pitiful stated of existence. I especially hate the ones about the bullied ugly girl who over comes her hardship my altering her appearance to get with prince charming then he ends up cheating even though he really has feelings for the main character. They fucking take me on a fucking emotional rollercoaster of fucking hell. I fucking triple super de duper hate fucking reading a fucking depressing love story and then fucking reading a really happy cute fucking straight after. I know what yall thinking-then dont fucking reading the fucking story- but sometimes it aint possible cuz like some fucking people don't like post a summery to what the fucking the article is like about. So in other words you dont know what the fuck youre getting yourself into until you read like half of the fucking story.