At this point, right now, the lines I draw between what I love, who I love and those i lust after - dont exist. Maybe i'm lacking in wisdom that comes with age, or maybe im just really indecisive.

Which could explain why i've spent months dwelling over what I could write this about. Slowly though, some things become clearer.

Love is a subtle feeling that something that stays in your mind, long past the event or object or person has passed. Lust is so much more passionate in the present, and sometimes it fades away as quickly as it came.

A certain boy comes to mind when i hear the word love, but it would be silly to dwell on it now. It breaks my heart that i still do. He broke it too. But was that even love to begin with?

who knows and i guess, who cares.

Lust is easier sometimes. It's the people you can't even be bothered explaining or giving a minute of thought to.


Though most of our iterests in life I find, fall into either these two categories.
I realised tonight, to write something, anything, has been on my mind since I could read and write.
It's a love.

So this is the place where i'll continue to record my loves and my lusts in all things i come across.

Hopefully someone cares.