Yes, only half mad. I'd like to reserve the oner half for functioning in the world, which occasionally I succeed at. Still isn't much, but hey, I take what I can get, right? Like we all do.
I have a question, both for myself and anyone caring to read me, which at this point and time, is a very limited few. This is my question: what is love? And why is it so important to the world?
Yes, mildly obsessed with love. Always have been, and always will be, barring some horrible event or events beating that out of me. That would not be enjoyable.
I can tell you what love isn't, and that is fair. For some awful, unknown reason, I've been think