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It's not that I don't know what love is; I'm just not in the mood to be involved with it. I've spent enough time being in what I imagined to be love, and in the end it sucked. I'm not ready to be engaged with the crying, arguing, compromise and sacrifice that comes with being seriously in love. Sometimes being in love makes you feel trapped. I don't like feeling like that. Being in love makes me blind to my partner's actions as well as my own. Love makes me think too much. It makes me too honest and naive; it makes me say things I wouldn't say and don't want to say. Love makes me jealous and paranoid.

How can so many ugly feelings come from such supposedly beautiful thing? Or is it not love that is distorted, but the object thereof that makes such feelings arise?

Still nauseous...