Fo' shizzle ma' nizzle.

Love is a strange and beautiful concept. But I fear that is all it will ever be; a concept.

Dear Self,

You're going to be fine.

Sure you're a little moody at times, and a little crazy, and a little unsure of what you want when it comes to the L word. (Being honest, who isn't?) But you're fine.

The answers will come. You will understand what you're supposed to be doing. You'll find someone to love. And you'll figure it out eventually.

You will and you know it.

In the meantime, keep smiling and rock on. And oh, don't forget to bury self in between accounting bibles and ace the sheets too. Very very important indeed.

Love,
Self

Side note : The fact that my mother will be reading my soppy love posts is awkward. I'm turning 20. Holy cow. And oh, actually, I do not know what I want but I do know what I do not want.