What should I love?

5:27am. To love, is to feel all the feelings. What I hear profusely shouted from the masses, is that love is what makes a person complete. That a whole person is not real, unless they are filled with the soul of another. I say no, I say fuck that. I say, fuck love. To need another makes you all the more vulnerable, and disease ridden with the plague of dependence. I am told, that there is nothing in this universe stronger than love. If there's nothing stronger than love, let me die lonely and in despair because love is too simple a pleasure for someone like me. Love is too simple, it holds you with it's hands, warm and healthy. I wish to slap them away with pain and anger, for love is a waste of a breath I prefer to use to breathe in hatred, and sadness. So, I'll wither away with my loneliness and despair, because this cold embrace is no fallacy, it is dependable, and will always find a place in my heart.