I've often wondered what the hell is all the excitement over love... well now I know. Boo. It sucks. It has got to be the most irritating thing I've ever encountered in my life, seeing as how I can't concentrate on anything else. And I have a long list of things to do that all require my attention and focus. But NOOOO!

Of course God would just like to drop this biological ticker on me now, when I have about a million things to rush through and not enough time to do it all. And of course, looking at all my friends who are either in a stable relationship or getting married only serves to make me even more depressed. Of course I'm happy for all of them, and I wish them well. But seeing one of them, makes me think of the person I love, and... I'm back to fucking square one.

The best part is that this guy has obviously no fucking clue, and I'm debating about whether or not I should tell him. On one hand, if he rejects me, it'l give me a world of peace, if not embarassment... and regret, seeing as he's about the only DECENT guy I've liked in a long while. On the other hand, if I don't, i won't live through the regret! Yay! But I'm being driven fucking insane at the same time. All of this has lead me to a single conclusion.

I fucking hate love.