there is something so momumentally universal about infatuation. you can't overcome it. it oversomes you.
it has the indecency to make you a sick lifeless piece of shit. and by it, i mean our minds. and our ability to love.
again i know, everyone is different and yet, it is so amazingly interesting to see how much we are the same. life
is such a simple concept and yet so complex at the same time. i would preach to you about how you should live your
life, but i am already enough of a hypocrite as it is. we can feel the exact same way as everyone else and still
not have a shred of appreciation or sympathy for the other person. we will always change, but our eternal quest
for love will always be the most basic, barbaric part of us, no matter how much we try not to succome to it. i
imagine in a few weeks i will get over the boy of whom i know nothing about, yet feel insanely attacted to as
if we are magnetically pulled together, both mentally and phycisally, but for now he is the only thing i dream about
he is the only thing i will do nothing about. & excuse me for name dropping but i think e.e. cummings said it best:
"god knows why.
and so do i.
because they are afraid to love."