A letter to teenage hormones.

Dear hormones,

You are just creating a really big problem for me because now I can't stop thinking about this one person.

But at least I don't need to feel guilty anymore about not thinking about the HSC instead. Which is a huge relief.

Still, I'm not exactly one of those Petrarchan lovers, in love with the notion of love. Really I'm quite the opposite. I hate being in love with someone or even just liking someone, because inevitably it will create pain. Arguably, yeah you've got to live and experience as much as you can in life, be it love, pain, whatever, who knows? But maybe I'm a coward. Maybe I'm just pessimistic. I mean the beginning's always awesome, but unless you're getting married and going to be with this person forever (an occurrence of a minute chance) it won't end well.

A side note: I love how guy issues are my biggest problem now, and not the HSC. That's a good sign that I'm becoming a normal functioning person with some semblance of a more typical social life, rather than one encompassing pretty much teacher fandom and that abusive relationship I had with the Board of Studies and HSC. I kid, but we do have some teacher hotties..

But anyway I digress, hormones. This is just so not cool. Please give me a break. I'll feed you with cookies.

Actually, no, I lied because now I'm on a diet. I hope you like celery sticks. And exercise.