Ever think of something bad? Like, so bad you can't tell anyone? Not your best friend....not your family....not even the love of your life? Well, I did. The fact that I'm so afraid to tell them, makes me so frustrated. It goes against every instinct I have. But it doesn't matter. At least I have what most don't. Love. Love is so amazing. Love makes you want to cry and squeal and jump up and down like a little kid. Love makes you try. Love makes you a better person. The only thing bad about love is, it's like a drug. You become addicted. VERY easily. It makes you rethink your whole life, schedule everything so you have more free time. Not free time for watching TV or reading books or playing video games. Free time for talking to them. For missing them. Love also makes you a stalker. You want to know everything about them. You want to be with them every second of every day. You want to know what they are doing 24/7 when the information has nothing to do with you.
Ok so this was just a random ass paragraph that I wrote ate like midnight because I had "a thought" So my writing but no style or anything like that yet.
