And on the SEVENTH DAY, He rested.

7. What is something you’re addicted to?

 

 

 

Honestly, as dumb and crazy and stupid as it sounds, it's gotta be love. I love love. I love everything about it. I love the joy and pain it is capable of bringing. I love that it kept Harry Potter alive. I love how on air you feel when it's present and the creativity it pulls out of people when it's stolen from you. I love the strength it has but can still be so gentle. I look for it everywhere, in everything and everyone. It's ridiculous, and maybe it's an attention thing, but it's what I want more than anything.

 

By the way, I'm addicted to letters to crushes. Legit. I bet you could find me there if you tried. lalala

DAY SIX

Day 6: Have you ever been heartbroken? Have you ever broken a heart?

 

Yes, to both. I find myself often breaking hearts, and I don't mean to sound conceited when I say that.  I get bored easily, and I also find myself falling in love with every other guy I see. To quote my favorite movie in attempt to snap myself out of it:

 

"Just because a cute girl likes the same bizzaro crap you do, doesn't mean she's your soulmate."

 

 

Because of this, I get my heart broken a lot, but I don't know if it's really the guys doing it or if I'm breaking my own heart due to overtly high expectations. Either way, I've lost faith in love as of late. I want my fairytale, and I'm afraid it's never going to happen.

 

I apologize for these blogs seriously SUCKING. I've been having minor (major?) freak-outs lately and can't focus for my life.

DAY FIVE

5. What is your phobia/fear?

 

Okay, I only have about a million. Spiders, sharks, snakes, heights, deep water, crowds, tight spaces, not being able to move my limbs, not death but dying, having to pretend I know something when I have no clue (yes, I know that sounds absurd coming from me)...but I have one that absolutely terrifies me:

Being completely alone.

 

To go through all of that by myself, without anyone telling me it'll be a-okay? Holy crap, no. Couldn't do it.

I can see how this would go along with day three (true love), because my explanation was feeling safe and secure. Obviously I'm disgustingly insecure if that's what I need more than anything else. Could I be any more typically teen? Seriously.

 

It's so sad that the feeling this photo portrays to me is exactly what I need to never be afraid of anything ever again.  What happened to relying on myself?