Have you ever been in love? It's freaky, but strangely satisfying. If it's strong love, it pulls you in. You're obsessed, even consumed by it. There's a blind spot between your eyes, a tingling in your stomach, and your fingers go numb.

In case any of you out there are trying to fall in love, don't. It's a bad idea.

I've been in love way too many times than I should've. It's fun the first few days, because you have something to think about, when your teachers are rambling on and on. Then it gets annoying. And tiring. You feel the same tugging in your abdomen every time you look at him, and you feel a longing to get close. It's creepy and disturbing. You feel the urge to always look at him. Intense staring. You don't even realize it, but you can't snap out of it.

Maybe these symptoms don't apply to you. Maybe it's just me. I don't know, I'm a weird person. We're all weird.

I'm attracted to weird people. Annoyingly immature yet sweet and cute kind of weird people.

Problem is, there's way to many people like that around.

And I hate it. I'm always aware of the presence of guys like that. It's awkward.

People make fun of me when I start obsessing (*ahem* kind friends who happen to read my story), but I can't help it. I can't control it.

Do you wonder why I'm on the subject of love? Well, that's what happened to me. What is happening to me, I should say.

Love is crazy. It's dramatic. It's horrifying.

And love has been just about the best thing that's happened to me.