We're All On Drugs

Ok so this is probably a little juvenile of me to make this comparison, but whilst discussing the never-ending topic of boys with my sister the other night, I came to a very important realization: Liking a guy is like being on drugs. Now before you go shooting me down, let me just paint the picture for you...

You get all happy and crazy when they're around, and when they're not, you just want them back. You frequently get nervous and jumpy when they're around, but miss the feeling when it's gone. It's exhilarating and scary all at once, but you know it's going to hurt eventually. Then you finally stay away from the drug and the addiction starts to fade. But then just when you think you've kicked the habit, you accidently bump into him at the store, or you see him on campus, or his stupid picture pops up on facebook (it's ok, we've all been there). Anyways, you have this unexpected encounter and BAM! it's like a shot of heroin straight into your blood stream and suddenly you've relapsed. Back to square one all over again. Can't live with it and can't live without.

So what's the moral of the story? Boys are like drugs, so "just say no". Because let's be honest, square one kind of sucks.