There are some guys who really just geniuinely don't know how to be good boyfriends. They may have the best intentions at heart but when it comes to the language of love, they are completely illiterate. I admit that everybody is selfish and in the end are only out to look for themselves... But if that were the case then why be in a relationship at all? Can't you think past your two dimensional state of mind and look at the bigger picture here? You're hurting somebody else. Somebody who is capable of being a good girlfriend and deserves better than mediocre. If you don't want to lose your girlfriend then simply change your way of thinking and treat her well ALL the time. No girl deserves to be treated with a slight disrespect for the fact that she GRACIOUSLY decided to spend her time with you. I'm so sick and tired of all these boys trying to act like men who can satisfy a woman. It's a pathetic feeling. You don't have the slightest clue how to treat a lady so go be single elsewhere and leave the poor innocent girls alone. Get over your fear of being alone - you're in your 20's I assure you that you will not be alone forever - and tell your girl that she deserves better. She may hate you for a little while but I assure you she'll be thanking you for all of eternity later. When she's with a real man.

Ugh you guys disgust me.

With the good...

Well, folks, you never know how horrible and mind numbing Writer's Block can be until you get one. That lasts for months. How does that happen? Every time my fingers wrapped around a pencil or hovered over the keyboard my brain flat lined and I lost all my creative abilities. There was only a little bit of creative juices coursing through my blood and I think I bled it all out when I got that paper cut a few months ago. Damn. I wanted to write about my journey through Love and everything I've been learning about this god awful world and how wonderfully disastrous we can be. I wanted to write about these flowers I smelled a few weeks back and how they reminded me of a home from another life time. They were pink with purple hues and they were sweeter than honey and as I put them in my car to drive home, the radio blared out "16 innocent victims were killed on accident in Afghanistan" and it reminded me of home. With everything good there is everything bad and maybe that's why I can't write anymore. I want to write about everything lovely but then I can't ignore everything ugly. How could I?