Love

Is there truly any point?

The power of love leads us all to do really dumb stuff; I mean come on look at Romeo and Juliet. They loved each other and look where they ended up…dead, that’s where! I don’t see the possible benefits that love could ever manage to uphold. There is no point in loving someone because it always ends in heartache or worse, misery. But really gets me lies beneath the surface to those who have never loved. Why do we persist?

Maybe the answer lies in our hearts? Psh…that’s a load of horse poopie! If it was there then we’d all know the reason to love and see it for what it really is, a load of crap tossed down to us humans to meddle with. We can never let anything be, we always have to fiddle with it and what’s comes from fiddling with something we know nothing about? A goddamn broken VCR. If you fiddle with it enough and try to get it to work even though you have the directions sitting right next to you, yet your too damn proud to even glance at them then all you have is a broken VCR and a bunch of leftover parts.

Love is always associated with the heart, which also happens to be the strongest muscle in the body. Funny isn’t it that something so fragile coincides with one of the strongest parts of the body. Hell, a better place would have been the liver. Ever played that game for the PSP? Medical Surgeon or something…

Well every time you try to sew the liver back together it seems to fall apart in your hands. Gross: yes. True: also. This may just be me rambling but I felt the need to write this and tell the world how their being conned. Yes, I dare you to tell me that this sounds like a crack pot conspiracy theory, go right ahead. Bring it on, cause I’m so far over the border of normality that it doesn’t matter anymore. (Muffin) See…I am crazy. It either proves I’m crazy, or that I was thinking of muffins.

Sincerely, Samantha