Goddamnit, America.

America, why don't you read my whiny blog, and comment on it to make me feel better about myself?
I know my blunt, cliche teenage life isn't that interesting, but hey, throw me bone.

So what if I love him?

It's stupid.
I'm fourteen, and I'm in love.
Is that even possible?
He makes it all feel right.  Not in the sexual way you're thinking, you pervert.
He's become my life.
At first, I couldn't understand how he could love me.  I didn't believe him when he said it.
But, now, I'm just as deep in this shitty emotion called love.
I know it sounds crazy, and when I heard couples our age saying "I love you", I remember thinking how complete idiotic they must be.  I mean, we're fourteen.
That they have delusioned themselves into thinking it's love, but it's really just the thrill of it all.
Am I in love with the thrill of being in love, or actually in love with him?