Love is a Natural Disaster

I used to have a blog. It was quite a good blog, IMHO. But after numerous accidental discoveries (Best Friend, Ex-Boyfriend, and Current Boyfriend) I decided to wave the white flag and jump ship.

I didn’t think I’d miss it quite as much as I have, but it turns out I have a whole lot to say and not a whole lot who will listen. It doesn’t help when the one person you want to talk about most happens to be attached to your hip.

After crushing on my current boyfriend for about a solid year, we finally started dating. Things were great for a month or so. We were in love, he was my soul mate, he was the one. It’s been three months now and I’m beginning to have my doubts.

I still love him. He’s still my best friend. But the more we fight and the more I realize that he really doesn’t have a clue about women, the more I wonder if I can really do this for the long haul.

The truth is it changes everyday. Some days I couldn’t imagine my life without him. And then the next I think, nah I don’t need you at all. I am a wild animal, longing to be free and untamed.

After not writing for a month, my writing is as jumbled as my mind and my feelings. This isn’t the best of blog introductions and for that I apologize.

My name is Natural Disaster, and I am a relationship failure.