shihtzugirl

Dear Cupid,  A little target practice seems in place. Or maybe the arrow was suppose to hit. If I was wrong and that's not the case; I say learn how to aim you little shit. Bet you had fun putting me through hell. Sure, leave my love life to a toddler. I guess that would end well. I knew from the start, so why do I bother? To me you are just another weeping angel. That arrow wasn't planned for me. But did you have to rip it out so painful, Instead of telling it wasn't meant to be? The reason for this hate filled letter; It's your insufferable fate, to never find a soulmate.  Your words not mine, yet to me they don't matter. B