Hearts and stuff.

I had a pretty crazy week, but little messages like these made me happy (:

‘I was lost today, so I decided to use my compass, but it was stranged because there was no North, East, South or West, just an arrow pointing straight to your heart.’

‘So someone asked me which finger is the most important to a person – one guy said the thumb, because when someone gives you a thumbs up it shows that youre doing a good job. Another one said the index finger, because you can point and give orders to people. The next guy said the middle finger, because when they’re mad they can just raise it and say fuck you. And this one guy said the ring finger cause you wear the ring on it. But for me, i said it was the pinky..becuase it’s the finger that keeps promises and the one that YOU always hold on to’

.. how precious (:

empty romance.

I haven’t written here in a while, and it’s kind of ironic that I’m writing about a type of romance that I complained about not having with the last insignificant guy I was involved with a year ago.

I swear these will be the last couple of posts about relationship rantings.

Anyways – I’ve had my share of candy boxes, jewelry, flowers and all sorts of cliche romantic gestures. Promise rings, diamond neclaces, a flight across 5 different states to buy me dinner for the entire weekend, red roses, and godiva chocolate – hand me the world on a silver platter, and all of it doesn’t mean a thing if I don’t really have you. Don’t give me a promise ring, if you’re really going to leave me in the next couple months; In that case, I’ll buy my own ring if I actually want one. Don’t give me a dozen roses if you’re just going to ignore me later on, because I didn’t give you enough attention; I’ll grow my own. Don’t spend over a thousand dollars in flying up here to buy me dinner twice in a row at a 4 star restaurant, if you had a hidden agenda on what you really wanted with me; you’ll be very disappointed. And – don’t ever tell me how much you love me, standing outside my window in the rain, confessing your true love to me – if you really just slept with another girl the other night.

At this point, I know what I’m worth, and I don’t need a guy to show that to me anymore. So quit the empty romantic attempts, if it’s really coming from a bullshit expression.

I don’t need any of the romantic crap that idiots throw at girls when they don’t know how else to show them they like them. If you love me, I’ll know.

With that said, I’m swearing off boys until I get straight A’s. And even then, I don’t even know if they’re really worth my time anymore. I love my life right now, because for once? It’s focused on what I want, the people who love me back, and what I want to do with my future.. not on some guy who doesn’t appreciate me.