we have a bet going on who can update the most today

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  blah blah blah, you don't have to read this - i am just typing to keep myself awake from the lack of sleep i got last night.

okay. you can write a whole entry about what love is and what love isn't, but you can't write it from anyone's point of view but your own. you can't tell love from lust from the outside looking in, from a few words typed up in someone else's online journal, not even from your own eyes. a lot of what is said is one sided, a lot is left out. everyone is going to update where they look like the victim, and maybe they are. maybe they aren't. love is different for and to everyone - there is no one single definition. sorry, but no. i could go on and on about why i wrote such a miserable update last night but it's only between me and one other person. i don't need the world to hate them, or to think what we have or had isn't or wasn't love. sex isn't love but it is a part of it - and for the record it's a part of love i haven't gotten in too long but it isn't like my priority because to me sex means more when you love the person you're with.. i'd rather wake up to my heart beating rather than my conscience beating me up. not everyone can start out with a storybook romance, and, not everyone can end with one. i think personally love is unique and different for everyone - what makes me fall in love might not work on you, and it goes both ways. over our lifetimes we'll fall in and out of love a zillion times before we really find love, and when we finally really is love, it lasts through anything - through arguements, affairs, and adjustments. sometimes love is reuniting with an old flame, sometimes love is a new stranger, or a best friend. so go ahead and judge others that have sex too much or got married too young, but it's a waste of time. if they get married and it doesn't work out oh no - divorce. big deal. this isn't the 1900s (when chris went to high school), divorce happens a lot, so don't get mad at those that take a chance on their love being the real thing so young. personally i'd rather marry young and die old with the person i love rather than find the person i'm meant to be with at 40. don't judge on age, or on hormones. everyone defines love differently.

now, i am going to go outside or something, it's too nice out and i'm sick of the internet for now, ha. not that ever lasts long, and just for irony,

truefuckinglove, petey