“Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end!”

– Lewis carroll

Lets take the first stop on this crazy wonderful ride. Valentine’s Day. Oh ye ole’ Valentine’s day. The day of love. NAW, CUTENESS…is it? Hmm, I think not, actually. 

What’s made me get a bee in my bonnet about Valentines day? People getting made to feel like s**t that they’re alone. WHY?! Why does there have to be a day where couples come together to prove to each other how much they love one-another? Its fu**ing ludicrous. I’ve been in the same relationship for a decade, and married for two of those years. Do we celebrate Valentine’s day? Hell no! Why would we? My husband knows I love him, I know he loves me. I don’t need a day to prove it.

It’s a day for prepubescents and lovesick teenagers to stuff their faces with heart shaped chocolates and receive plush toys. Side note: those HUGE f***ing A1 sized cards? Do you remember those? Jeebus! No thank you sir, I’ll pass.

Sorry, back to the point. I don’t like how it’s another day in this already lonely world that people are made to feel even more sh***y about themselves. For what? You open a whole storage unit filled with personal hatred, self consciousness and confusion, all because we’re lead to believe Valentine’s day is a thing TO BE celebrated. 

The sad thing is, that’s only the half of it. Love… Well s***t on a brick. Isn’t it the most wonderful, yet sh**iest thing?  Don’t know about you, but I believe everything positive and negative stems from some sort of form of love. It’s potent, dangerous… in all the positive AND negative ways. Love makes you put yourself on the line, makes you give a part of yourself over to the person (or thing) you’re passionate about and love with all your being. Sometimes it ends in bliss, a state of never feeling the pits of loneliness anymore….

But I’m not here to talk about all the positive stuff – do you not know me enough yet? maybe one day I’ll be all mushy, mushy… not today.  Love can be agonising, torturous and sometimes life-threatening. This topic can go down many avenues; I’m not much into politics so you can leave now if you think I’m about to start blabbering on about all that s**t.

I’m talking about the kind of love that is all-consuming; the type of love that turns you into someone you’re not. A crazed little devil version of yourself. I’ve been there. I’m not embarrassed to admit it (#learning curve). So this is where my “F**K VALENTINES” series is stemmed from. It’s gory, sickening, revolting… and sad. Take a look, try to relate to the pain and desperation. Can you feel it? Can you relate to it? I could once.

Think before you shove your version of love in someone’s face; it’s not the same for everyone.

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