my thoughts on being in love

I'm kind of weird.

I love/hate love. 

I love it because it is wonderful, warm, gentle, supportive, accountable, comforting and sexy.

I hate it because it's scary. 

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Up until a little over a month ago, I told myself I would never say I love you to someone unless I really, truly meant it with all of my heart, no doubts whatsoever. 

And I mean it.

When I first started loving my boyfriend, I was scared completely s**tless. I refused to accept the fact that I was falling in love because being in love makes you vulnerable. It makes you think about someone all the time, miss them 2 seconds after they leave, turn your ringtone on so you can wake up everytime they text you, want to impress them even more and tell everyone about you two. Love is annoying and distracting and makes you eat way too much and throws you in the path of a flying insect. It burns your thumb when you're trying to do your hair really nice for them and pushes you into the lake. Love is sleepy and scary and blinding and crazy.

But being in love is the second best thing that has ever happened to me (the first is him coming into my life). Love makes you stop hating everyone and everything. It makes you hold tighter and kiss longer and miss harder and listen closer and trust and jump and feel and laugh. Love makes you forget why you're mad and forgive when you are. Love is touchy-feely and goodnight and goodmorning texts and paying for dinner. It's leaving at the last minute then waking up first thing to see them again.

Love can make or break a person. And being in love has made me a better me. It's made me care about someone else more than I care about myself (for once).

Love can only do good...if you let it. 

the icebreaker

Hey.
It's me, again. Back into the blogging-sphere, and man how I've missed this place.
Honestly, I've had so much free time I swear I've gained 20 lbs. I realized I like mayo WAY more than I should, and that's not a realization you want to have, trust me.
I miss writing.

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For those who don't know me as well as they should, here are just a few, really important things you should know:

1. I am a self-diagnosed hypochondriac who has self-diagnosed herself a borderline schizophrenic. (But really I'm just being dramatic, I need something to blame my faults on, and a mental disorder is believable for me.)

2. I have a boyfriend that I love deeply and I just want to talk about it all the time. So I will. On this blog. You're welcome.

3. I shall be the next Carrie Bradshaw. I'm going to college to study journalism and psychology and I WILL work for Cosmo if it's the last thing I do.

4. I'm obsessed with music and have a really good taste in it. Plus, I'm a really good singer. (LOL) 

5. I consider myself bilingual even though about the only things I know how to say in Spanish are "I'm hungry", "I'm tired" and dirty words.

6. I am a wannabe hipster. Right now, as I type this, my hair is in an extremely hipster topknot with a few fly-aways, high-waisted jean shorts and a tank top I used to hate. Also, I listen to 96.5 The Buzz... Tell me I'm not a f*****g hipster. I dare you.

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Keep checking back for thoughts about life, love, food, fashion, music and whatever else I feel like talking about. Because I once heard about a girl that never expressed her feelings so she threw up every time she heard a loud noise... The hypochondriasis and schizophrenia are enough, I don't need that, too.