This is a topic I'm so tired of discussing, thinking about, and in general, wasting precious moments of my life on... But here goes. So, sometime yesterday, Joe, aka, Asshole Prime, contacted my boyfriend... Don't ask me why he feels the need to talk to Matt and act like he's trying to be Matt's friend, or help him out. Aparently, he wanted to send Matt a video that I had made for Joe back in 2003. Honestly, I'm surprised Joe hung onto it... But the video basically was me talking about how I felt, and how I thought I'd always feel. Anyways, it's not something that was meant for anyone other than Joe to see. I was teary and candid, and I wish I wouldn't have recorded permanently my feelings. So yeah, Matt doesn't understand why I don't tell him I Love him. I can't force myself to. It's not even that I don't, I am just scared of those words. Why is it in our culture that terms like "Crazy about you," or "Madly in love" are used to describe love. Is love just insanity? Does it make you do things you wouldn't do otherwise. Um, yeah, in my experience, Love makes you do crazy things, stupid things, things that aren't in your best interest at all...