Forget the flowers, because the flowers never last forever...

And so it's come to this... Sitting in the dark feeling cold and utterly depressed because of a song? Don't you hate when break-ups ruin some of your fav songs?

It happened with Emma, who was my first real crush, it happened with Kirsty who I also had a crush on, and now Giulia who was so much more than a crush, but I can't say it was love. It felt like it, but it felt like that with the others. I may feel something deeper and I'll call that love, or I may never feel it again, in which case I'll call what I had love. And I am so glad I experienced it, either way.

I might not broadcast my emotions in person. Hell, I might not even show them most of the time. But that doesn't mean I don't have them. That doesn't mean they don't eat away at me inside, every second of every minute of every hour of every day.

And yet, I wouldn't change it for the world. This build up of raw emotion inside of me makes me a formidable opponent in a debate, gives me a passion when talking in general and gives me a fiery temper when people piss me off. Haven't had a chance to test that out fully yet, nobody seems to want to piss of a depressed psycho with a flare for eccentricity and a history of apathy.... Can't imagine why :p

So, look out world, because I will only get so much worse with age and experience. And I can't wait to test drive this and every future new me.

Allons-y!