Fuck love!
Fuck love
Fuck love?
What the….fuck?
Why are you so angry?
Did it not work out?
Did you run your…mouth?
You scream and curse the mighty one
You cry under your sheets
You hate the world and everyone…
Fuck love! You scream
And shout
And wail
But to no….avail?
Shut up
You bitter, spineless worm
You loved, you lost
Don’t bitch it all away
You had a good run!
Maybe even a little fun?
But at the end of the day…
Your love went away
Boo hoo you sappy boy
Boo hoo you sorry girl
You want someone to feel sorry for you?
They do
You want someone to “love you for you”
They do
You just don’t know it
Because ur too busy….being a bitch…
So shut up
Stop embarrassing yourself
Take down your stupid notes
Delete ur ‘depressed’ pics
It doesn’t make you cool
It doesn’t make you interesting
You look like….a tool
Tough love
They say it’s the best
Put it to the test
Listen to me for a change
Don’t you see you’re acting….deranged?
You can’t fuck love
You’re not that good
Maybe you can make it aroused
But you cannot…fuck love
Fuck love?
No dear
I fear
None of us…can fuck love
Its in the grass
Its in the trees
Its even in….the breeze
And if you think any of this is feminine
Or gay
Or absurd in any…way…
stop reading
Pick up your phone, call someone
And laugh
I would
If I were you..
Love is alive
Its real
And its there
Stop looking for it
You have no IDEA what you’re looking for
What you think you’ve found is SHIT
Compared to real love
So spend your time more productively
Enlighten yourself in some way
Stop falling in love with everyone that makes ur heart beat faster
Stop falling for everyone that reminds you of “that girl” or “that guy” from “that movie” or "that song"
It’s a MOVIE
It’s a SONG
Its all make believe
Like mother goose
Are you still looking for the old woman that lives in a shoe?
NO
Stop looking for movie/song/poem love!
DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR LIFE
Nobody wants an emo crybaby who bitches every time someone breaks their heart
Yes I said it
Because?
Its true
Fuck love?
Call me what you want
Hate all day
Doesn’t change anything
Love, my dear….is unfuckable.
It was there before you existed
It’ll be here long after ur grandchildren die
Love, my friend….is unfuckable.
And if you don’t start believing that….you’ll be too.
Read something that put me in an odd mood....Doesn't anyone else get fed up with the saturation of bitterness and anger and false hopelessness that's all over the place? Well if you do, this note was written for you....If you don't, this note was written about you.
[March 3rd 2009]

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