The deep pit of doom called Love...

So I've fallen head over heals into the category I've always been trying to fight against being in. The one category that I look down on and try to get my friends out of. A smitten, love-obsessed teenager.

I've just written 3 whole pages in my diary describing every detail of his existence,
and I still had loads more I could have written down - I had to stop myself in case I plunged into being even more of the stereotypical love-stuck girl that I see everywhere and despise of.