Sometimes...

Sometimes, being in love is like ending up on fly paper.
You get stuck, and it's hard to get off of.
Other times, it sucks like a vacuum cleaner with no off switch.

Sometimes, making a confession is like blinking.
It's natural, and you mean what you say.
Other times, it gets stuck in your throat like a banana and peanut butter sandwich.

Sometimes, saying that you're sorry is like using duct tape.
Although it isn't whole, you've fixed the problem.
Other times, everything falls apart like a glass shattering on the floor.

Sometimes, being sad is like dropping your favorite flavor ice cream cone.
You lose all of your treat to the army of ants.
Other times, you can just go back and the ice cream man will give you a new one.

Sometimes, being happy is like floating on cloud nine.
It has a silver lining, and there's pretty colors everywhere.
Other times, it's like you ate too much chocolate and you've now got a stomach ache.

Sometimes, having a guy look at you is like being put up on a pedastal.
You feel like you can be attractive, without being overly out there.
Other times, it's like you're behind an X-ray machine, and you lost the remote control.

Sometimes, being a teenager is like being on a rollercoaster.
You're down one minute, and up the giant hill next.
Other times, it's like you're stuck on the merry-go-round.

But that's not a bad thing.