Lovesick...

Don't freak, I'm not in love.
At least, I don't think...
But that's a whole different story.
Anyhow, my blog is titled "Lovesick" because I am literally sick of love.
Not because I've experienced real, true, precious love.
Oh, no.
Because I'm sick of being the best friend to the one who always falls in love. Alwaysalwaysalways.
Never the one that falls in love. Never the one who gets fallen in love with.
Yeah, yeah. I know what you are thinking.
"You are fifteen years old. You don't know what love is."
Lie.
Okay, maybe you don't think I do. But I can guarantee you I have a grasp on the concept, at least.
I'm not necessarily complaining.
Okay, I am.
But regardless, this is why:
-I have, my whole life, been the advocate, helper, assistant, sidekick, matchmaker, etc. for pretty much all of my close friends when they have fallen for someone.
-Heck, some friends that even aren't that close.
-Guys I'm friends with always fall for my friends.
-Gahh!
-It gets frustrating that sometimes I feel it's all about how you look. I mean, sometimes I wonder if I looked a lot different, would it be different?
-If it was based on who you are, would teenage love life be a little different?

Don't get me wrong, I know my prince will come. But I'm getting tired of waiting. I know it can take many more years. I hope it doesn't, but honestly I just want to learn that true love exists, and it can happen to me. Does that make sense? I'm sorry you had to deal with me being frustrated, but I don't get like this often. When I do, it's not pretty. Thanks for letting me vent.
-Jordan