Dating is a stupid word, and a stupid concept. Being with someone is being with that person, and living things with her company. And if you feel like you could do nothing without this person, and see that she's the only one that can make you laugh and cry, then you're in love. being in love is a heavy passion that occupies your heart and thougts. Being in a relationship is not changing its facebook statut or having someone to have sex with. In this case this is called a free relationship. that's nice but this isnt a love story. ok Hihihihihi and i got things to say. It's like the best things that happen to someone who beg for someone's love. Love is beautiful and fucking spontaneous. It falls on you like the bad news do, when you're totally not expecting it. Its the only thing we can take seriously. It is something that includes our hearts. Our heart. This is such a curious thing to talk about the organ that enable living beings to live, to mean feelings, sentimental.. There is body and mind. When someones in love and tells you about it, you can't laugh about it, you can't take it as a joke. Its the only time you listen behind your drums, beating heart. You're scared not to get every word thrown because of its heavy sound. Its those words that can make you cry, if they're really true. Even if they're not sad, especially when its the best words that exist in human language. Hahaha. When you're absolutely not expecting that. It marks you like a scar. but a scar of joy, of hope. Oh Hope, you made me a believer.I knew I was right to wait, to hope, to still love. This is the look that watches inside you, a deep look that means something. This is a freaking feeling of adrenaline running down your blood. This is good to feel, but on the moment you want to die. Youre feeeling like the world is stopping. Like nothing could turn this moment bad. Everythings mixed up in you brain. but OF COURSE, the shit i mean is true when passion is shared. Sure guys. imagine how it is difficult to keep a burst of laugh when a poor dog dumps his sticky heart on you. Noooo. Seriously don't think bad things about me. (i don't really care but.) I sometimes feel like a witch, manipulating dicks, whisperings sweet promises not meant but like a time-bomb, but that's only for the ones that deserve it. Like the knight that is stuck on the princess, who doesn't want to let her alone, who is jealous and reproaches her every things she doesn't do for him (due to the fact she's NOT fucking dating him). Anyway, there are some stupid person. No, its not they're stupid, they're only in love with someone who is not. Im sorry for the incoherence of the following of my facts, but this represents the following of ideas in my mind (sorry i cheated on the beginning hihihi. but in any case my audience is only my conscience, the "I", i dont meet everyday, i let it sometimes goes out, you know. It happens) I might be really mentally deranged and i think for sure i am. Because i was thinking while i was writing about the knight and the princess that writing prevent me from talking to myself. Crap. I realize that im exchanging with my own self. And i dont need your advices or opinions guys. the fact im draining all these stuffs on a public and free website is maybe linked to the fact that i dont assume to hide things for me. Like a thief, weird. I know you wont read, it is too long, and its on purpose hahaha. And im laughing about that, so what? Well to come to love (wow. its such a heavy world, but its kind of ridiculous "ok lets back to love hihihi" btw Bold as love by Mister Hendrix rockkkks.) This morning i met at uni the most beautiful guy i've ever seen, he made me laugh and was adorable. He gave me his phone number. But i won't call him back. Because my K. is the perfection i need. He's all i want, he's the first thing i think about when i wake up and the last when i fall asleep. And the most beautiful thing, is that i know now it's the same for him. I could have ended up with those last cute words but actually I moved away. Sweet past me. I end up with that : pot is fun. Yay Allen Ginsberg!