yknow, relationships are kind of like alcohol.

it's got that allure that will always seem to draw you in. everybody wants to have a shot at it.

and for the most part, once you get a good swig of it, you're in a happy place. you're in that stage where nothing else matters, you're in your own little world, and honestly, you feel like you're the happiest person in the world.

but, you have to be careful.

because if you don't, it'll all come crashing down on you, and you'll feel like the shittiest, most worthless, numb, and ridiculously stupid person ever. and you'll start asking yourself, why did you put yourself through all those shots.

and then you tell yourself, it was worth it.

it was worth it for all the smiles, the laughs, the good times, and the amazing "i'm on top of the world" feeling. because you know, there's nothing else in the world that could make you feel this good, this ecstatic about life.

and even though you know that you might have a major hangover in the morning, you just keep coming back to it. you keep coming back to it because you know, it's worth it.

i realize i just made a very crude, and even disrespectful, analogy. comparing love to alcohol is almost downright disgusting. love is something that is way up there, worthy of respect and admiration, whereas alcohol is the complete opposite. but both of them will find a way to lift you on high, then throw you back down, and have you coming back for it over, and over, and over again.

and with that, happy st. patrick's day.

peace.