After talking with a friend the other day, I came to a sort of realization. It was one of those times where you knew it all along, but it still amazes you when you actually admit it to yourself. It was awesome, and troubling at the same time.

Anyhow, we were talking about relationships (yay for stereotypical teenage topics) and boys, gossiping yatta yatta yatta, when she had said something akin to "If only I had only dated a fraction of the people you have, then I'd be a happy camper." It was a joke, but it was sort of epiphany for me. I went through and counted how many people I've dated in my almost 17 years of life, and the number was well over 15--and I had only started dating the summer leading up to freshman year.

Immediately, the thought crossed my mind: "Oh, god...I'm a *****. I'm like Taylor Swift's prodigy...accept I don't have the cute twang-thing in my voice." Fastforward an hour or two and cue a I-must-eat-away-my-emotions ice cream session. This is actually where my epiphany occurred...I'm not a *****; I'm just addicted to being in a relationship. Doesn't really matter who, as long as they're there. I guess I've been filling my emptiness inside with people.

Anyone else been eating away their souls because of this, or is it just me?