"In love" is such a confusing state of mind.

Do I love, or do I only love Love itself? The feeling of being in love is a wonderful one but isn't it unfair if I claim to be in love with someone but am actually in love with Love? Can the recipient of my affections be substituted by someone else? I'm afraid of knowing the answer, but at present I feel like I am in love with the person for his company and qualities. 

Also, I haven't been putting my thoughts into words these days. My life is becoming slower, and I feel like I'm dragging my feet through life. I've stopped running or exercising, and I'm pretty sure I've stopped thinking too. Been trying to get out of this inertia but it hasn't been working. I really need a run and a swim. School's starting and I guess that would work my brain, hopefully.

Facing the future with a lot of trepidation. I have been so used to...and I am at a sudden loss for words to describe what my 7 month long break as been. Inertia seems about the only word to describe it. Limbo comes a close second.

My vocabulary is so limited now.

Camp is finally over and I was pageant girl and I made friends but even if we clicked and even if we say keep in touch it usually means that we won't talk anymore after this. This is so annoying.