Day two. Your first love.

You know, it’s the second day and I’m already chickening out. I guess I kind of dived into this without thinking what I would have to put out ‘’there’’ on the big scary internets. I know that I am not forced to do anything, buy my honour, pride and dignity are always kind of in the way with things like this. Honour, pride and dignity are so unneccesary. It's not like I'm a Disney prince.

So, I decided that I have three options with this question:

1) Come up with something ridiculous and stupid (but funny) to write about, so that you would think that I was cool, but also irritatingly avoiding the question and would stop reading this blog.

2) Skip the whole thing an instead post a super awesome Youtube video, because Youtube is still my religion.

3) Be honest.

I’m going with number 3, so brace yourselves.

My first love? Man, I don’t even know what love is.

There I said it; I don’t know what love is. I love my family and friends and stuff, but I don’t think I’ve ever loved a boy. Like, proper Love with an L. I’ve liked a lot of people (I like boys pretty fast, it’s my biggest weakness next to the cooper test. How that went you say? Well I didn’t DIE so that is positive.) But I’ve never had an official boyfriend. Apart from Darren Criss.

Before you feel sorry for me, please don’t. I’m not pathetic. Boys are weak creatures and every single girl out there could have a boyfriend if she wants. There is however a big chance he is a sleazebag so I know many girls who prefer being single-ish. Single-ism isn’t a bad thing, you know. Without boys we can spend more time on things that matter; chocolate, clothes, shoes, make-up, having pillow fights in our underwear, ice-cream, Darren Criss, working out after eating to much chocolate and ice-cream and maybe even a little tiny bit of school.

But sorry, I’m drifting away. My first love you say? Well, I don’t know, let’s go live life and find out, shall we?

(Apparently today is the day I am deep. Sorry for that, won't happen again.)