It must really be a pain to read me going on and on and on about this idiot whose love i know i'll never have and from whom all the logic in the world says to run far far away, but its seldom that feelings as intense as these surge within me.

Half of me is beggin to move ahead but i must admit that the other half is quite afraid of the chance of 'unfeeling.' Its almost as though i somehow need to have some sort of feeling in my life if even it is tragedy, such that i'll never stop loving him till someonelese comes along to take his place...but till then, it kills...