Dear Cupid

i shall tear you to shreds and break every fucking one of your arrows. i shall rid of your potions and burn your love letters. i fucking hate you and what you do to this world. love doesnt make the world go around, it makes the world so down. down on it's knees to please their significant other. why cant you just stop with one arrow. atleast one arrow at a time. pick decent candidates for lovers ATLEAST, if not wonderful. i thank you for phil. BUT WHY HIM TOO? WHY? WHY DID I HAVE TO FALL FOR HIM AND WONDER WHY IM NOT ON THE PHONE WITH HIM? WHY? WHY COULDNT YOU HAVE ATLEAST GIVING ME ANOTHER SIP FROM A BOTTLE MARKED 'POISON, AKA LOVE POTION' AND LET ME OPEN MY EYES TO SOMEONE NEW WHO DOESNT KNOW ME OR PHIL? NEVER AGAIN SHALL YOU FLY THE SKIES. NEVER AGAIN WILL YOU SHOT YOUR PATHETIC ARROWS OF FAKE HAPPINESS. FUCK YOU! none of your arrows will work on me with anyone but my baby phil! FUCK YOU.