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right.

so i'm a teenager. i can't feel love, only infatuation. or atleast that's what they say. i'm not old enough to be able to decide whether i would do anything for someone or not, and if i'm ever willing to do that for someone, i'm overtrusting and naive.

thats where your mum and dad are wrong. whether they want to accept it or not. who are they to define what's love and what's infatuation anyway? What even is love?

*stops to LOL at how deep this is getting.*

Humans are made to fuck. Simple. If our little brains wanted us to hold hands and watch sunsets, write poems and lust after eachother at makeout point, it wouldn't have given us such coveted treasuers between our legs and let us wield the hormonal charges and impulses that force us to use them. Right?

Well assuming that love doesn't exist and it's just some extension of the human desire to mate that some renaissance man decided to give an altogether more romantic moniker, how can one explain how i feel right now?

I look at him and have no desire to go anywhere near his underwear. I feel no desire to hop in the backseat while hormones drive right into Ass Boulevard because although I'm attracted to him, its not that kind of frivolent attraction. It sounds frigid, but he's the first, and although its unlikely, i can't help feeling the last person who'll ever make me feel this way.

cheers darwin and freud, now i have a headache.