what sucks?

everything.

Nownownow...poem. Hmm...Poem. I shall try to "do a Rei" persay. AKA. write a emo little poem about LOVE. Blargh. But then again, it's more like "do a 2008 Anne" write a emo LONG ASS poem about LOVE that sucks. What a friggin' LOAD better...

Maybe...maybe a drabble's more in order.

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I don't believe in Love

I don't believe in it. Period.

Nature has its own silly ways of making us procreate so we can happily fill the planet so we can destroy it just as ignorantly. Humans should just die off, and yes. Yes. That means me too.

Something that's glorified in art and poetry and prose and all the rest of that...Maybe it's jealousy on my part. I'm cynical by nature, and violent to boot. No one's ever going to like me. I've accustomed myself to that fact.

But I can say this, for myself and by myself. I don't dislike Love just because I won't ever get the chance to feel it. I dislike it because it makes people do things that are, let's face it, stupid. I can take the kissing, the having-someone-by-your-side-who-TOTALLY-understands-you, oh yeah, I get all that. Marriage is a fine ideal. So is growing old and dying together. That's sweet.

What I don't get is how people feel so strongly about the LACK of love.

Dude. You're looking at a girl who still hangs onto Pooh Bear at night, plays pretend with her sister, is flat-chested as anything, beats boys up and laughs, swears sometimes, yells, and is generally unpleasant to deal with. (And if you're my friend, you know this more than ever.) Do you think she has LOVE? No. No romance for a mile.

Gawds. I feel bad sometimes that I don't/won't have the chance to see how it feels like. But generally, I don't mind. Doesn't really matter. I have my mum, my dad, my sister, grandparents, aunts/uncles/cousins, friends AND Odyssey of the Mind. My life's full. Sorry y'all.

I don't believe in Love. Period.