Love is a Cunt

{name removed}, {name removed} and I decided that we needed to start a group blog called “Love Is A Cunt”. The reason? Well, it’s hard to explain. Basically, we are all fucked up jaded losers, who don’t believe in anything anymore. Actually, I’m not sure quite how true that is. That is my view, on the face of things. But my view on the face in things is often entirely different to how I really feel. Because I’m a loser, I feel the need to glaze everything over on the surface and this has been my downfall on a number of occasions, yet at the same time, my absolute saviour.

I know for a fact that {name removed} will laugh at what I have written above, and {name removed} will love it categorically. It seems to be the case that anything I say that’s “deep and meaningful” is embraced by {name removed}, and despised by {name removed} (normally with a response such as “Erm… whatever” or “I’m going to bed”). Anyway this is highly irrelevant and will probably not be appreciated at this early stage of our blog.

Anyway, my reasons for deeming love a Cunt? I could list many reasons. My first relationship being a complete whirlwind pile of shite. An affair with my boss. Watching my friends fall aimlessly into bollocks relationship cycles and every relationship around me being fucked to the core!!!

But I’ll keep it short and to the point, for the time being. I’m sure all this will be added to by {name removed} and {name removed}. {name removed} insists that he is going to write about his ‘piece’. {name removed} says he is going to write solemn thoughts about love being a cunt, and then write about his ‘piece'. Unfortunately, I don’t have a piece of my own to write about, but given time I may feel compelled to write about other people’s, you never know…