So i guess i have a lot of reasons im bitter about love. but its bittersweet, at least. im still a hopeless fucking romantic no matter how hard i try to kill it. but i hate it, i hate it, i hate it so fucking much valentines day. ugh. everyone is so fucking depressed on that day, the slight few who are estatic because their 'sweetie' got them something and they have someone. GUESS THE FUCK WHAT ive never had anyone for that fucking blasphemous day. so stop being so fucking depressed just because he didnt get you the red flower, or because the candy isnt all that great. dont be so fucking sad because your boyfriend didnt get you anything. at least fucking enjoy the fact that you have someone last year i got absolutly crushed. wrote the guy i loved who was 'in love' with me too [wasnt my boyfriend, oh no, because 2 years means NOTHING still] that i spilled my heart out to in a letter and even got him things. wow a thanks and a never-mention-it-again. then he makes out with my friend this year. fan fucking tastic. this year ive got someone else im fucking head over heels for but he wont even talk to me. GOD WHEN WILL I FUCKING WIN?!??!?! highschool is an endless pit of dead-on-arrival love for me. the first 2 years on this fucking putz, then my whole junior year on this gorgeous kid who doesnt care. dont i fucking fall for the good people?? my job this valentines is to put a fake fucking smile on, and help my oh-so-down friends get through the day cuz god knows they dont need me being all depressed. needless to say im horribly bitter under it all but i guess you wouldnt be able to guess because im hopelessly hopeful on the outside. fucking love... what a joke.