No one really values love anymore. Not love as a feeling, but love as a word. Most people utter this word so often that its significance is synonymous to saying dirty laundry or crusty toe. It's sad. What's even sadder is that I can't say it. I can't tell someone that I love them if I mean it. Every time I use the word love it's always coupled with a joke or it's a dramatic exaggeration. I can say things that are infinitely more embarrassing, but I can't use that word. I've always assumed that people should be smart enough to know if I do or not from my actions, but recently I've been thinking that perhaps this isn't the case because some people are very stupid. Maybe it's actually necessary for me to tell people that I love them just in case they're unable to figure it out by themselves. Then again if they're really that dumb maybe they don't deserve to know. I'm going to stop torturing you guys with these rhetorical and contradictory statements and end this here.
I didn't know that I had today off until a few days ago, but this is good. I have more time to do useless things like... dust my shoes. I've been really tempted to wash my car, but every time I wash my car it rains the next day, so I'll restrain this burning desire as my little weather app says it's supposed to storm on Tuesday. When there's an icon of an angry cloud you know it's legit.
I cut my bangs because a cute little grandma told me to and now they're too short. Darn.
I crusty toe you guys.
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