recently i have been claiming, quite vehemently, about how i am never going to get married. i believe myself to fear commitment, and am deathly afraid of ending up in a non-loving relationship. but here comes that sappy, teenage romance moment. i don't believe i'll ever be able to fully give my heart to another person because i'm convinced it belongs to a boy who has continually rejected it. maybe not all of it. but a big chunk. and it's not fair to whoever i could marry to know that if that boy came strolling back into my life, i would seriously consider going back to him.you could really make a depressing, adolescent, romance film out of that. add a sad, broken-hearted ending to really make them weep.
