Bitter. Sweet.

It's going to be a bittersweet Valentines seeing as I have no boyfriend, crush, or love.
My love has been crushed by reality and depression. Valentines last year meant, NO CONFESSION because last year I acted like the bratty little prep I was. Last year meant no confession because I would be ridiculed for the rest of my life. Last year was the year I started to hate Valentines Day and jet lag.

But that doesnt mean I still cant make chocolates. ;D

I love chocolate and if it werent for the calories, I would eat it every day.
Never any of that milk chocolate and white chocolate artificial crap.

This year, I plan on making some chocolates for my RBG group. <3
I remember how to make them.

This time, I'll add another ingredient, POISON.
Nah. Too much trouble.
Ill stick to the good old recipe.

I may not be a confectioneer, but I'd like to.
Before that, I have to do sit-ups.
My tummy is flab.
My novel is crap.
And love backstabs.

A rhyme.

I think I'll put a splash of alcohol in the chocolate.
;D
Because I'm that evil. <3

Good luck with your Valentines.

I'm still single~
And I'd like to remain that way.
Because...


Love is a state of mind which drives animals to mating. No matter how romantic you think you are, all you are doing is following the inevitable cycle of reproduction set out by mother nature.
You all are horny little pawns in the game of life. Arent I right?

I reject Love.
Because,
I'd rather take ignorance.

Love is boring and cliche.
And my dears,
No one likes stretch marks.

-Juliet