Romance? No thank you. Sure I like reading that nice lovey mushy Nicholas Sparks crap, and I love Valentines Day, but if my boyfriend ever wrote me a poem I’d probably slap him. Not that I have a boyfriend. Because guys are so dang complicated. I’m a very simple person. I don’t like drama, and I don’t like dramatic guys who get so close to their girlfriends that they can’t live without them. That’s honestly just retarded. At the same time, I don’t want to date guys for two weeks, but I couldn’t stand dating a guy for six years before we got married, because any guy I’ve liked would be too awkward to spend six years with. So, I just don’t date. Screw all this romance crap. I have a life to live, and I’m not gonna fill it with drama and trash about “who did what with who, and omiletter, like forreaaaal!” I mean, really. I’m laid back. I don’t flirt, it’s retarded. If you want to date people, you do that, but I find it pointless at age fourteen to have gone out with thirty guys in the last two years. I don’t plan on dating till I can drive myself anywhere. Bottom line, romance is weird.