For the past few weeks, I have been pretty cynical and pessimistic about love. I avoid listening to any songs about love. I lost interest in reading romance novels. I don't have thoughts of watching romantic movies or videos. In other words, I don't want to think about love. Maybe it is inappropriate for me to overshare on this blog and talk about overly personal stuff, but let me just say that my feelings for someone were unreciprocated. I hope this person isn't reading this blog or else it might make them feel quite awkward (that is if they are aware that I liked them). I want to say that it wasn't a surprise, yet it still felt somewhat disappointing. A week after Valentine's Day, I wondered why I even liked this person. I wrote a whole article for The Tech about distractions and love and suffering and emptiness. But even writing a 1500 word article didn't provide closure. I still thought about what happened in my brain for the past 18 months, thinking about ...
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