depressive and lost; I don't like taking care of people. I think I am selfish, and I can't tell if I care. if my life ended, people would miss me, but why? do we love people, or do we love the give and the take?
endless conceptualizations of love. how do I know mine is true? I believe I'm loved only for showing love, only to ward off another's emptiness, and provide them a puzzle to solve. how do I know my love is true? my lover would follow me to the grave, but only because he doesn't want to lose the fullness I provide him?