I will dedicate this article to two things:
First, my friend Justine, who constantly cyberstalks me and deserves to know I love her.
Second: The fact that I don’t believe in the existence of such a thing.
First things first: My love.
About once a month, someone has the annoying erge to declare there immoderate and uncontrolable love for me. I, most of the time, try not to be too mean, but I am getting so use to it, it’s like washing dirt off my face… The day I’ll finally find someone that I actually wanna hear say that, if it EVER happens, he or she will probably not wanna say it. Ha.
Then: Why I’d never say ”I love you”
Swear words… remember what those are? They use to represent something, they use to chock, but now, having used them far too often, they are meaningless. That happens to everything you over do. A good example of how you can just take away all magic and meaning from a word: say ”I love you” to often or too early. If you say you love someone, you gotta really believe it and it’s gotta mean something to you, ‘cause I love cake, but I wouldn’t tell cake that, he’d get all excited…you get what I mean? Probably not. I also have a confidence problem that prevents me from trusting anyone… that could be a factor to take into consideration eventually.
Also: Why people NEED to think love exists
People are shallow and lonely and need a reason to live. Telling yourself you love and are loved is easy and comforting. Just like believing in god.
Why it’s ok to be a bitch about this:
Love is a bitch. An unexisting bitch with big tits and long blond hair. She’s a skank. Or is she?
Some would argue that loves beats all and saves lives and shit… So does cake. (No, it doesn’t).
OR MAYBE
What it really comes down to is: I’ve just never been IN LOVE.
Go tell a monkey that there’s a million dollars in the next tree, if he’s never been there, he’ll never believe you.
Moral of the story: Why are you wasting your time reading this, dumbass?