I want you to.

So in my Understanding Human Sexuality class, there's a chapter on love and relationships. great (oh, this is a love and relationships post). There is something called a "love story." It's a person's own story about what they think love should be like. The plot, characters, and theme are dictated by the person, and the events that occur in the relationship must fit into their plot. The stories are pulled from classic stories in culture, folk tales, films, literature, etc.
This reminded me of the 20 basic plots of literature that we discussed in AP english last year. That made me think of AP english class last year...alright.
The sad thing is, my love story is a mix of 500 Days of Summer, which, as explicitly told, is not a love story, and He's Just Not That Into You, which, but rule, is not an exception.
That last sentence is the important one and I have nothing further to say other than I'm fucked.

are we human?

or are we dancers?
I had the best analogy of my life today: Living without you is like running with no shoes; it helps stabilise my ankles, but stepping on rocks kind of hurts like hell. Just honestly, how good is that?!
Madison: Everyone is smart here, and I feel like I fit in because I'm an "ideas person." Not everyone has what I have, and I have some good stuff. This is great.
I'm a fan of the short blogging now. I've got some stories, but I don't do that on here.