Love or whatever those chemicals are that formulate to be/feel like that, can hurt so bigttime. Why does it have to? And why can't unceasing thoughts just tucker themselves out and leave one alone? I just want to be happy. And I just wish this other person could get a handle on changing, their lostness, their impulses, so they could stop hurting themselves, and me. I'm so tired of caring about the wrong people, and I wish I could wash away the past with them, because it stopped being wonderful and is now just a slow torture with some nice moments, but not nice enough to take away my pain that they cause. (And, the wonderfulness was an illusion on top of that. It can never be wrangled, who am I kidding.) Sigh. Why am I trapped in this conundrum.