No, you goober, you're not *jinxed*. You're twenty-one. Things are *hard*. Your emotions go into a tailsping over this shite because you're stressing about work and school and life-after-school and money and jobs and *sex* and love.
People don't find their 'one true love' or whateverthefuck at eighteen and live happily ever after. It's a toss up when you will of *if* you will, truth be told. And relationships take *work*. And compromise, and fighting and hating and loving and crying and shouting and laughing until you're sick.
Fuck the movies, fuck romantic songs - being in love is part of life and life is *messy*. Nothing's perfect and *nothing* stays the same.
Never fear - you'll find love. Take what you get, be happy, live your life. Don't expect perfection and forever after the first date - or the twentieth. Just expect happiness.
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You're twenty-one. Things are *hard*. Your emotions go into a tailsping over this shite because you're stressing about work and school and life-after-school and money and jobs and *sex* and love.
People don't find their 'one true love' or whateverthefuck at eighteen and live happily ever after. It's a toss up when you will of *if* you will, truth be told. And relationships take *work*. And compromise, and fighting and hating and loving and crying and shouting and laughing until you're sick.
Fuck the movies, fuck romantic songs - being in love is part of life and life is *messy*. Nothing's perfect and *nothing* stays the same.
Never fear - you'll find love. Take what you get, be happy, live your life. Don't expect perfection and forever after the first date - or the twentieth. Just expect happiness.
*hugs*