I just finished one story in the Chinese Chicken Soup for the teenage soul.
Why does everything end badly in that book? Why is it that everything story is about love, and the couple always end up breaking up?
That is so depressing.
Sigh. I feel so sad when I hear people say that they don't believe in love. Like Nicole. It's sad that they don't believe that such a beautiful thing can exist, and that they're missing it.
Is there such a thing as too young to fall in love?
How would you know? How would anyone?
I think there's no acceptable age to fall in love. When you fall in love, you just do. It's something so precious, that it doesn't matter what fucking age you are.
But I guess that those people who think that there IS such a thing as too young to fall in love, they do have a point. If you're so young, you don't even know whether it's true love you have or some sort of sick lust. If you're so young, you'll make all sorts of stupid mistakes you know you'll never make if you were older.
But if everyone thought that way, there'd be no love in this world.
So I guess it all depends on how you think. I think that you can fall in love whether you're six or ten or fifty, albeit, the sooner the better.
I'm having those Urges again. To read something romantic yet meaningful and that other urge, which I shall not put in here because I think it might disgust those people out there, who believe that we're too young to fall in love.
Why do people think that way?