The Curtain Opens

I can tell what you think. I am not a physic, merely a reader of thoughts. I feel the emotions run through you as they run through me, and I can tell how you judge me. I am a teenage girl with a blog called, New York Love Story. You think I am in love with a boy, that I am going to post about my ups and downs, my heart breaks, and the friends who betray me. Well I am not. I am not in love with a boy, or a girl for that matter. I am in love with myself, I am in love with the way the sand feels on my feet in the summer, I am in love with the way the sun meets the earth at dawn, I am in love with happiness, with sadness, with mystery and trechary, I am in love with feeling, the sense of a cool glass touching my lips in the summer, and the feeling of wet grass on my toes in the spring, I am in love with the way  my skis glide down powdery mountains, I am in love with how the leaves turn beautiful shades of red and brown. I am in love with my baby cousin's laugh, and smile, I am  in love with how other people can be so interesting, I love to act as though I live in the past, that I attend balls, and wear big dresses. I am  in love with how Elmer's glue can make a facial. I believe bubbles baths can make everything better, and a child's smile can brighten a room. I love the thunder and lightening mystifies me, bottom line I love life. I love my friends, even when they backstab me, because everyone is snobbish at one time of the month. My family means the world to me, and I would chose  them over myself any day. I like to write, and read, and I have a far too active imagination. I planned out my entire life already, but my plan changes each day. Bottom line, I am tough to figure out. Can you deal with that?