Romanticism Why, oh why was I cursed to be a hopeless romantic. Why couldn’t I just be born blind or deaf or something else.

The Future I seem to have done what I’ve been trying to avoid doing from the start.

Beautiful Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t want that yellow haired demon back. She’s not the same dame I met last summer. Not the same dame I danced with a homecoming.

Bad Day Today was very hard. More than other days.

Fate? Let’s begin this tangent with a question.

The Dating Game As the days drag on, I find myself shamelessly seeking a new relationship to tangle myself into. I’m constantly being reminded about how badly I want this by all of my fellow teenagers...

Women Growing up, and I’m talking like being a little boy, I was always attracted to girls. I would constantly have girls my age over at my house, which was good exposure to the opposite sex.

Hate Do you hate anybody? I mean, like truly hate. I bet you can name a handful of people off the top of your head, right? I can almost guarantee you that you don’t hate them. Dislike them, yes.

Lovey Dovey Romance. Oh, what a lovely thing. We all have a romantic side to all of us. I find it to be one of the defining characteristics of being human.

What’s Wrong? How many times has somebody asked you, “what’s wrong?” And how many times have you given them an honest answer? Instead of just saying something along the lines of “nothing.