Preface

Starting from the beginning hardly makes any sense to me. Whenever I tell a story, it's always from the middle or the end. I don't know if it's because I get bored of telling the same thing over and over again, or if I know that the other people are just as bored hearing it for the first time. So here's my ending, and you can decide if you want to know how I got here.

I am currently 20 years old, and I am in my second year of college. After ending an engagement to a man I was with for nearly two years, I have entered a new steady relationship with a man I met in my building. I am extremely satisfied with all aspects of my life, and I hope to continue a relationship with this person. But my past is not as clean cut, and it also foreshadows a shallow and uncertain future.

I have been in love with 10 other people.

Knowing this information can strike any person as difficult to comprehend. How does someone at any age fall in love that many times, especially in a time frame of 20 years? It's impossible, to say the least. But I have my theories. I also have other people's theories that may explain how I got to this point. How interesting or uninteresting this blog will be will remain undecided, but I'm extremely anxious to get all of my thoughts out to the public. I always feel the need to explain myself, and this is just another excuse to use my narcissism to my advantage.

So stay a while; these thoughts might even be your own.