You know what kind of scares me? This thought has been floating in the back of my mind for a while, so I just need to get it out. I’m thinking that my perception of love might be all wrong. Not platonic love, I know how that feels. But romantic love. I don’t know what love feels like, and I doubt I will within the near future. Stories tell us that it’s beautiful, and that true love conquers all. I can buy it, I guess. But I really don’t know what it feels like. This motivates me to yearn for it, to reach out for a feeling that makes one euphoric. It completes a person. But what if it doesn’t? What if all of those stories are a pile of steaming horse shit? Manipulating emotions for a quick buck isn’t a practice unknown to Hollywood and the like, so I wouldn’t doubt it. This thing I’ve been yearning for my entire life might just turn out to be a fucking lie, and I wouldn’t find out until I’ve invested lots of time into it. Another thing I so desperately need to fill my empty and unsatisfied being might turn out to be only a mere deception. I’m not complacent with my life right now, and I’ve thought that love might fill that void. Perhaps not.