love sick

*after getting off the phone from a half hour convo*
friend: So wsup. What's wrong with him (referring to the person I was consoling on the phone)
me: love.

if I were paid for doing what i've been doing lately.. I'd be rich. I should be a therapist.. a multi-tasking therapist. Just yesterday, I was telling a friend that time would take its course while curling my hair. hahaha. Not saying that my friend's problems shouldn't be taken seriously, that's not what I mean.. I just needed to curl my hair for that evening's festivities and as everyone knows.. time waits for no one. hahah. Love seems to be a trending topic in my conversations lately, or moreso, falling out of love. I don't know much about the topic but it sounds pretty heart breaking but that's the risk people take isn't it. The risk of giving themselves completely knowing that they might end up a complete wreck but hoping to get to that feeling of being on cloud 9. (awwwwwwwww so cute.).... but I think I've out smarted those people. I don't take risks so that there's no chance of me being a wreck at all. clever clever clever therapist girl, i know.