I feel like i'm suppose to be doing something right now. I hate that feeling.

I don’t think anyone has ever really truly been in love. I think at first you fall in lust. This is when the butterflies won’t go away, your mysterious and shy, the sex is okay, and for a moment you feel infinite. And then BAM! You fall on your face. This is when the bickering back and forth begins, where the little snarly comments aren’t necessary and you’re wondering if it’s even worth it. Then you finally break up, you’re proud at first and then it’s all comes crashing downhill and it all becomes too devastating and in some retarded way you still want that ridiculous roller coaster of a relationship back. It’s like people like to be hurt. I’ve never once been in “love” nor have i ever known two people who were truly in love. Except in fairy tail books and movies.