500 days of summer

Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in things that have doomed? Do you believe in miracles? And what do you believe in love?
I think it's just words that are made of human waste to cover all the stupidity, failure, and deterioration. What to believe in destiny you can buy a month? What to believe in destiny you will die tomorrow? And what was with a wallet full of dollars miracle? And what is love? Love that can make a mother to lose the fruit of his heart. A love that can make people forget what's going to be worshiped. Love is just a word of a sycophant who claimed to have had the world, a sycophant who claim the happiest person universal, and a sycophant who claimed to have telang universe. But what is gained? Only a lie, just poverty, and just nonsense.