It's a reoccurring cycle. Things have changed since last summer, but why am I not satisfied? And if I'm looking for satisfaction, then why do I stay in situations that conflict with my interests?
All rhetorical, because I already (think I) know the answers.
Love is a euphoric emotion disguised as a sickness, in most cases many people will witness. And I'm both lovestruck and love-stuck.
I need a remedy for my illness.
