Current mood:	Fuck. Valentine's. Day. BITCH.
Current music:	Fake Wings - Yuki Kaijura, Emily Bindiger

....Valentine's Day? It's a FUCKING SHAME.

Yep, I had a melancholy Valentine's Day. All around me I felt as I should have exploded in anger in front of every fucking person in my face with a rose. I had to keep that smile on as hard as I could, because if that smile came off, I would've fucking killed someone. Honestly, an overrated day of love. Is love in existance during most of your teen years? Not really. You know you find love when you are in a depression because of the person you admire, and that's the least of your worries; you start feeling pain, worry, self-doubt, thoughts that you would never EVER think at a normal state.

I write this from the bottom of my bleeding and broken heart, that I'm sure that if I can survive this day, I'll be able to move on just a bit easier, and breath a bit better. The pain will not suffice until the deed and the torture is done, unless my goal is accomplished, I can guarantee I will not be the same Mitch I was or would ever be.

May those with real love prosper, may those with indulgent thoughts burn in fucking Hell, you hurt the person who truly feels for you. May you rot in the darkness and depths of the flames. I fucking HATE YOU.