So, my biopsychology exam is tomorrow and I've just been procrastinating and doing everything 
except studying for it. Don't ask me why, but the sheer expanse of endless chemicals and neurons and anatomy is just too overwhelming.
Biopsychology takes a really microscopic view of human beings. Everything is just boiled straight down to the the little itty-bitty chemical shocks in your brain. The formula is down here:
YOU = [(Chemicals*236) + PEWPEWPEW] + genes^2 / experiences*0.3That's all we are. Just liquids in a petri dish all interacting and charging ions which fire action potentials.  
And here I am, trying to tackle the "L" word - Love. No offence, but the use of the word Love is overrated, overused and over-obsessed about. I guess it's not just because nearly every piece of literature, art, music, attempts to cram the idea of what love is (or at least, feels like) into our chemical-bomb brain but more that society practically requires us to love - like as if our lives mean less without it. And we all know that the meaning of our "life" is to follow what society dictates is acceptable, right?
Love is simple, really. It is dopamine, norepinephrine and phenylethylamine. Yup, dopamine as in: works exactly like cocaine... makes you all happy and floaty on puffy clouds of air. Like 
wheeeeeee... So, it's no secret that people get withdrawal-like symptoms at a perceived "loss" of love (be it an item, person, intangible goal). You wanna be in LOVE, baby? Just take these three chemicals, ingest appropriate doses (actually, the more the better)... and VOILA! Instant inspiration so you can go out and write poetry about comparing [insert random person/object] to a summer's day and saying it's more beautiful than [insert random flowering plant].
I'm being a cynic. But it's too scary to think that the existence/presence of another person can affect my physiological well-being to that kind of extent. I mean, DUDE, you are messing with my brain-chemistry! What if it's all bad reactions and my brain explodes into a cosmic chemical mush of liquidy slime?
 
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Love doesn't always make people happy tho... i think.
I don't care if the word is overrated, oveused or overobsessed...I love you, Sin!
I love you too, baby.
Let's meet up and make out!
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