i feel like a teenage boy riddled with full of crushy feelings with heart up in clouds. doing all sorts of nonsensical things like waiting online for a *beep* to appear. freudian slips on occasion and the funny stuff that reminds me of certain things and situations.

why?

it's madness i tell you.

but it's something good.

i think.

i should seriously not think so much. how ironic.

the opposite of love is not hate. it is indifference.

right now, i feel quite pathetic. quite vulnerable and quite confused. and im 23. not 17. sheesh. why. now.