Being in love…wait did I just say that?…oh no. Anyway being in love makes me hate myself. I doubt everything. I become a mess. I can’t believe the other person is doing anything but humoring me and in this case that is probably true. Oh maybe it’s infatuation…but it feels so much more than that. I feel a connection beyond words. Of course, I’m going to keep that insane s*** to myself. I wouldn’t express it if my life depended on it. But it’s gonna leak out.