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Jan. 30th, 2005 01:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sureiSometimes when I read stories, I get weird.
In this particular case, I started musing on the fact that I either love very easily or not at all (depending on your definition) and drifted into a contemplation of my emotions, which seem to alter between nonexistence and often painful intensity.
Assuming that we're not all a bunch of hopeless romantics, who in either ignorance or disillusionment write complete lies... well, the results are kind of depressing, and kind of scary.
Ah well. I'm pretty sure that I'll be going in to check stuff out on Monday. I'm not sure whether I want to hear that there's nothing 'wrong' with me, which would be reassuring in one way, or that there is, which implies that things can improve.
I'm just so tired of feeling like I'm a bunch of masks with no face behind them.
Sorry for the angst, people. I'd say something self-depricating, but that would set me off again.
In this particular case, I started musing on the fact that I either love very easily or not at all (depending on your definition) and drifted into a contemplation of my emotions, which seem to alter between nonexistence and often painful intensity.
Assuming that we're not all a bunch of hopeless romantics, who in either ignorance or disillusionment write complete lies... well, the results are kind of depressing, and kind of scary.
Ah well. I'm pretty sure that I'll be going in to check stuff out on Monday. I'm not sure whether I want to hear that there's nothing 'wrong' with me, which would be reassuring in one way, or that there is, which implies that things can improve.
I'm just so tired of feeling like I'm a bunch of masks with no face behind them.
Sorry for the angst, people. I'd say something self-depricating, but that would set me off again.