graaugh

query: is there any such thing as love, and is there anything but love? i'm not talking romantical, but familial. in certain cases it gets into you so far that you can't determine what the hell you are anymore. i hate it and wish it would die, or kill me, like it's been trying to do the last 23 years of my life...of course i've been trying to kill it right back. the fact that niether of us have succeeded must be--what? love's victory?