wtf do i always get myself into these fantastic situations in which hearbreak is not only a possibility but almost a guarantee?
the thought of anyone else holding your hands drives me fucking totally and wildly insane. but theres nothing even fucking going on between us, nothing that i can put a name to anyway.
but what is this obsession i have with naming everything and compartmentalising it? if everything is everything something else is but isnt named as such does it make it any different? if two things are totally different yet given the same name does that forge a similarity?
but then again, if it isnt named i dont have a valid reason to get jealous.
I’m fucked
