To Whom It May Concern

Dear All,

1. Please don't make random assumptions about me. Just because I'm skinny doesn't mean that I'm anorexic. Just because I'm trying to make it as a musician doesn't mean that I do drugs. Just because I have had a promiscuous phase in the past doesn't mean that I'm always going to be like that. You get the point, right?
2. Just because I am bisexual doesn't mean that I am a nymphomaniac. I am NOT attracted to every boy/girl I meet. I am in a committed relationship and I will NOT make out with you like the good old days. I believe in fidelity. Love scores over lust for me, every single time.
3. I will NOT forgive a cheater, never. I may act normal to make you feel at ease, but deep down inside, I will never get over it.
4. I believe in chivalry. Yes, it's the little things that matter the most. You don't have to drop me home at all times, but a text message asking me if I've gotten back home safe and sound or not really makes my heart melt.
5. If you don't love me, then don't say it.
6. If you love me, then I'll be looking right into your eyes to see if you mean it or not. If you fail the test, I won't say anything about it to you, but I'll never believe you again, even if you mean it the next time.
7. I'm not interested in your looks/money/fame/popularity/charm/blah. I have plenty of those things already. So don't assume things. You're the one who'll look stupid, not me.
8. I will never go back on my words. I don't say things that I don't mean. Try and make me!
9. If you call me a slut/bitch/psychopath, then you're judging me. It makes you one too.
10. Don't copy me. It annoys the crap out of me. You are unique, introspect and find your inner diva/god, i'm sure it's there somewhere.

Thank you very much.

Good night.

A Job Well Done.

She lit her pot.

Alone.

She liked smoking the greenery on her own.

Besides, who could keep her company?

She was too perverted, too eccentric and too intimidating to enjoy company.

On a trip.

Her head felt light.

Psychedelia.

The stuff that orange elephants and pretty pink umbrellas are made of.

He came to her.

As always.

He was right on time.

As always.

He took off her clothing piece by piece.

And then his own,

devouring her with his eyes.

It was a job well done.

She thought hours later.

As they lay naked and in each others' arms.

This could be heaven, she thought.

This could be a very good trip, thought he.

The finishing act.

He embraced her.

She lost control when she was in his arms.

He took out his knife.

Stabbed her.

Repeatedly.

Till no more blood remained in her body.

Blood on his clothes.

Blood on the floor.

Blood here.

Blood there.

Blood, bloody everywhere.

Murder she wrote.

Murder it was.

The Enchantress and The Ex.

I looked straight into her eyes.

I was not the one to mince my words.

Back off, bitch.

She did.

She ran into the bushes.

The war was over, or was it?

No, she came back with a gun.

She shot through his heart.

He bled.

He bled.

He bled.

But he bled for me.

She was not going to give up this easily.

She tried kissing him back to life.

It didn't work.

She spread her legs as far apart as she could.

It didn't work either.

He was not like any other ordinary man.

He wasn't an infidel.

He wasn't a heretic.

I was his goddess.

She danced her dance of death.

She cried her sea of tears.

She uttered sweet nothings into his ears.

She pleasured him.

That sadist.

But he just didn't fall for it.

When the deed's been done,

When the storm has passed,

When the pieces have settled,

She will return.

She will come back to haunt him.

But I won't let her this time.

I am the lioness.

She's just the arrogant lamb.

I can cut her into pieces.

I can rip her apart.

But I won't.

I don't need to.

She doesn't exist in our world.

Fidelity is not a lost virtue.

It still exists,very much exists.

You're a mess.

You're a mess.

You're a mess.

Looks like you've won.

Jeremy, put your pants back on.