Introduction

There’s a reason why the title’s such and it’s not because I have a lot of heartbreak stories to tell. And to further confuse you, that’s what you’ll most likely read along this entry. I’m definitely not writing this to show the world how miserable I am at this moment nor to teach lessons I’ve learned the hard way. I’m writing this for the heck of it, a kind of stress reliever a person like me has proven effective.

Love has been a roller coaster ride for me. Romance turned tragedy has been the theme of my every love story. I wonder why. I look myself in the mirror and blame the little mole beneath my left eye. They say it’s an omen for crying too many tears. Maybe if I have it laser removed, I’ll never cry of heartache ever again. I take another look at the mirror and see no other reason why guys leave me all the time. I’m pretty, just not that Marilyn Monroe pretty, but yeah pretty. I don’t look like a bitch guys mess with. What’s wrong with me?

I remember as a curious kid I wished of experiencing all sorts of love stories because I had no idea what love was and how much it can hurt. Well, careful what you wish for. Here I am as torn apart as can be because of those love stories I wished for. Now I’m wishing for a true love story—that one story where I fall in love with a guy destined for me, the guy who’ll never make me cry. We’ll get married, have kids and grow old together—that one final love story for keeps. I’m tired of crying over ruined relationships. I want this torture to be over somehow.

To finally put an end to this series of unfortunate events, the next paragraphs will contain my tragic love stories. This is to finally let it all go, to brace myself for that magical moment and to put an end to my misery, I hope. I set myself a deadline—that I shall meet my prince after I finish this little story book. If I don’t then what the hell, that deadline’s a joke, I’ll meet him anyway.

And for the other part of the title—A Huge Fuck You, well it only implies one thing. It says that if you once broke my heart and destiny reeled you in to read this, our love story and my other escapades, don’t whine over how much of an asshole I think of you now nor cry over the fact that you never thought I’d get over you but hell yeah I did. Oh and by the way, thanks for the memories. I’m graduating from college, I may never see you again, and for that I don’t give a fuck anymore. Read at your own risk.