It's odd. You can be with someone and completely fall in love like a lameass, have it all fall apart with the love still intact, and make it through a weird purgatory for awhile, and in a matter of minutes, any thought that there may be love in return is shattered into a trillion pieces. Why this is escapes me really, but it can really fuck your night over. Upon reading the annals of a recent personal history, everything broke down and shot in reverse it seemed. In retrospect, there really seems to be no reason for such feelings to pop up. Perhaps there's an outrageous insecurity complex roiling just under the surface, calling for semi-frequent reassurance. One thing's for sure: this doesn't seem to be something that will leave anytime soon tonight at least. Lets just hope this doesn't spill over into the rest of my life.