I don't need no reasons to screw things up.

Yeah, I kinda went from writing about how I wasn't made for relationships to how much I'm enjoying having one... yup, I have a boyfriend now, and eventhough he's not what I expected him to be, he's pretty cool. If you have read what I've written about boys, you know that I have pretty high expectations... and I wouldn't be lying if I said that he fulls every requirement. He's more than cute. He listens to the most amazing music. He's about 15 cms taller than me. He has a way of kissing that is worth a mile in Whilemina's shoes, and even more. He's the coolest guy I've ever met. He cooks. He smokes (which is a really good thing). He smokes pot. He gets me high. He's my "marijuana". I would be lying if I said I'm in love... but I wouldn't if I said I'm getting there. I'm getting somewhere I have never imagined I could be. He's just the perfect boy, and, he loves me. There're no reasons to doubt, or much less to be afraid. But, as usual, I don't need no reasons to screw things up.