COUNTDOWN TO VALENTINE’S DEATH: SIX SICK DAYS TO GO
Today used to be a special day, operative word: USED (sounds more evil and hateful without the "to be").
This day started a three-year journey into a bottomless pit, a blackhole of misery that sucks the life and love out of a person. Sounds pretty scary. Don’t worry, only the most stupid fall into places like this. Stupidly, I am one of them.
Stupid is when you celebrate something that only reminds you of misery and disappointment. Stupid is when you remind someone of an occasion only you, care to remember. Stupid is when you buy wine without knowing how to open it. Stupid is when after the ruthless struggle to open it, you realize you don’t like how it tastes.
Love, indeed, breeds stupidity. But heartbreak is the mother of it.
