I've been thinking how necessary love is to human existence -- any love, not just romantic -- even if it's loving your cat, even if the last time you felt loved was ten years ago -- and yet how, by itself, it just isn't enough. I guess what I've been dealing with is the romantic side, and it seems especially true then... you can love somebody till you're blue in the face, but that has nothing to do with whether it's good for you, whether it will make your life better or worse.
It's not like this is the worst thing to happen ever, though. I just hung out with a lady at the library that's been trying to stay off crack, and she said it's tiring how difficult it is to better yourself. And how it's so easy to do bad, but when you try to do good, everything tries to push you back down. I hope she ends up ok.
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