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i'm just a sarcastic leo from Philly. My name is kat and i'd rather live in books than reality. I am Marla Singer meets Clem Kruczynski and Summer Finn.

I have promised myself that I will write every night in this damned blog for the entirety of this year, 2011. Join me for whatever my future will bring.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Do I fear that I am in love too quickly? Or is it that I don't know love at all that frightens me most. And who's to correct me on this statement? None of us do. To define love is to say, quote: "a strong positive emotion of regard and affection"; At least thats what Google and our dictionaries tell us. I disagree. Love is so much more then this. Love is so much more then feelings and positivity and affection and regards or disregards. Love is so much more then words and picture and communication through actions and voices. I know what is in my heart, that which is controlled fully by my brain, that I love him. He makes me sad. He makes me frightened. He makes me secure and comforted. He makes me worried. He makes me confused. He makes me feel and live any emotion that you could possibly think of. But the point is that even though some of those emotions may not be positive, they're at least there. I feel things I have never even felt before. Just the fact that he makes me feel alive is more then I could ever ask of anyone, because that is exactly what I want most in life- to feel truly and irreparably alive in the best and the worst of ways.

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