Ahhh what a task. To begin cataloging my thoughts into a digital, yet unformatted archive of journal entries. Oh how the internet enriches our lives.

Today I come to a realization: Even "in love" isn't permanent.

Maybe I'm just a young hormonal teenager, but I do honestly believe I have been in love. Sadly, I also honestly believe that I have fallen out of love. Maybe its just the effects of too much time together, but it stops feeling worth the constant effort when you don't miss them while they're away. It was special at first. They were worth the world. Now they're as much a part of your world as your guitar, your computer, or some other valued, but not necessarily necessary item.

And you realize, that's what they've become. An item.


This isn't to say I don't WANT to be in love again. It is simply saying...


I'm not.





Take it away emo stats!