People think of love as being a very clear-cut, certain, definite thing; but to me, it usually seems to be a very unstable, uncertain, shall we say...vacillating sort of condition....You feel like you love one person and also another....perhaps no one at all...
And even if it is love, it's such a temporary, fickle, passing feeling, that no sooner is the object of affection out of sight that it evaporates...That's not saying that the feeling is not sincere, but it doesn't last...
Ahhhh...maybe it is just me....
Or maybe they are all like this and just pretending...:D

Either they know what we go through when we are in love, in which case their callousness in not warning and helping us through it is inexcusable; or they have never felt what we feel, and we have every right to call them dead.

I'm quite mad, aren't I? Not to mention cryptic.
Simplify, they say. Go say that to my life. I want to see the sneer on her face when you do. (I have to say 'her' 'coz there's no way life could be so incredibly bitchy otherwise.)

We-ll....I've always insisted I'd be far better off (not to mention less of a misfit) in the stone age... I'm not giving up that theory just yet :D

I'm vile and foul and detestable. Horrible. And I deserve everything I get (or have gotten) and will get too.

I am stupid today. And everyday. Stupid, stupid, horrid, morbid, morbid. Torrid, turpid, turbid. Everything in my life ends in an id. Get it?
Get what?
Id. It's Freud, you know.
Oh. Right. Yeah. Id.
Idealistic idiot, idiosyncratic idler. Everything begins in id as well.
Everything begins with I, you mean. Which is ego, not id.

There's only one man in my life now...and is he worth it or what?! Just a smile from him makes me happier than I could ever hope to be...And he smells like a million bucks too!! His black black eyes pore into mine and melt my heart away....And when he is pissed, just a look from him makes me do whatever it is that he wants!

My nephew :)