izabel

Chocolate and flowers don't make me feel romantic. They make me come

out blurry.

Yes, I am chewing the scenery. I have this weird habit of eating. Especially nice looking things. Gorgeous flowers don't last long in my house.

Not for nothin, if you never hear from me again, those white flowers you see, whatever they're called, are not edible.

Don't believe the hype. There's no such thing as love. It's all just a marketing device to get you to open your eyes, see the world perpetually from a new perspective, find strength in someone else, give strength to someone else, say stupid shit that makes only two assholes in the whole place laugh but annoys everyone else around them to no end, take leaps of faith, fall on your ass and take them again, and again, and again, and that one more time, cherish every bruise and every bullet, every tooth and every nail, and hole up in the comfort of your insular little "love" world -- which, by some mystery of quantum physics, happens to resemble the big world of reality far more than life on your own ever did.

All so you spend a few bucks on some lie. Those bastards.

FuCk the system. Hate everybody!