It seems fitting that on this ridiculously overhyped day that I have decided to breakup with love. I’ve seen the stupid things I’ve done and put up with in the name of “love” and I no longer see the need for it in my life. I’ve felt incredibly swept up and consumed in love and I can honestly say that it’s a feeling that I can do without. I’ve dealt with so many intense and dramatic situations while being in love and it has not made me better, stronger, or happier. I just feel like being in love is not a feeling that I enjoy. It’s exhausting and draining. Of course people will say “you just haven’t found the right person blah blah blah” but I honestly don’t give a fuck. I have surrendered myself completely to love only to have it manipulated and misused and taken for granted and I will never allow myself that kind of vulnerability again. I’ve realized that since I’m nowhere near figuring out my own life, it’s impossible for me to even fathom a happy love and family filled life. It’s just not for me. My journey is finding myself and my passion in life and I don’t see a companion being useful in that journey. If I count on no one then no one will let me down. There will be no more looking, waiting, or being open to love. Love is going to have to hunt me down and drag me screaming back to it’s lair.