Forget love.

What a depressing weekend. Too many guests and constant preachings and reminders about getting married soon. Hell, I'm only 18 going 19 next month ... and I don't even have a stinking permanent boyfriend (unless you count Gig the Gorgeous neighbour) and the last thing I need is the topic on marriage.

Oh hell.

5 years of unrequited love that results nothing more than friendship, hurts alot.

Oh well, you can't force love. Like Fad said, " Forget love, I rather fall for chocolates ". At any rate, I'm going to put on 10 more pounds if I fall for chocolates.