As you could probably tell, I'm on a roll with this whole blogging everyday thing. I really feel that it gives me a chance to unravel any perplexing predicaments I encounter throughout the past twenty-four hours or more before an entry is written. Sometimes I only get a chance to clear my thoughts days after things happen. You would think that I'd have friends to turn to; you thought right. So, really, anything I vomit out here has probably ran it's cycle through a couple of people first. As I've been feeling rather liberated lately, I honestly am able to let my original/mildly influenced views flow freely here.

I'm in the midst of witnessing blooming love right now. Courtship is my favourite part out of any romantic relationship. So much so, that when it finally runs its course, many of us-unwilling-to-commit-just-yet-beings roll on out. For whatever reason, we act up, we get easily impatient, we shout, we would do anything for an easy way out. Then, we forget that we can't turn back.  It is probably what distinguishes love from temporary infatuation. Funny how I started out positive and then turned the opposite way so quickly. That said, I enjoy the courting process to no end. Be it watching it happen or experiencing it myself. 

I am a little obsessed with the subject that is love; seeing how I haven't found it yet. Trust me, if I were in a relationship, you would hear me sing a very different tune. To be honest, I'm not quite sure what that tune is but since I love the dramatics of it all, it could either be sheer insecurity hell (to the tune of Linkin Park) or endless mutual adoration (listen: Chris Brown). 

I'm going to go to bed. Gnight guys.