i think i'm crazy. or capricious, or a little of both. i never quite know what to expect from myself. Feelings are like pendulums that swing to and fro and when i'm not looking, they swing straight off the rack to join some other strange pendulums on a strange rack altogether. i'm an enigma. How can i possibly think i like someone for a long time only to start noticing how his little idiosyncrasies are absolutely unattractive to me. how much he dominates the conversation. how we don't connect. bah. Only when i think i'm crazily in love with someone else who comes along, who's totally unlike him but clicks with me?
i think i will stop talking about boys for a while. i'm starting to feel like the girl who cries WOLF.
but i plead with you to continue believe in the authenticity of my feelings even if they change with the winds. because if you don't, i can't trust myself to believe them either. And i'm at a loss.