Depression... or something like it.

Have you ever noticed when it comes to love we revert back to our two year old selves? We MUST have it now. Or we pitch temper tantrums.. complete with sobbing and moping. We do that thing we did where we focus on the thing we want because we ARE going to find a way to get it. Will we one day find out it's as stupid to want something so much NOW as it was THEN? We can't answer that now. As we couldn't answer why getting a candy bar shaped like a cartoon character when we went to the store was so damn important when we were a toddler. We just know it's VERY important and we must have it. Shouldn't we have given up when we found out that love DOESN'T make the world go round? that MONEY does? Has money become an obsession to replace the longing put forth from lost love? Is that inevitable? Or does it just become always aparent, always there, seething beneath the surface? Replace it. Replace it. Replace it. Money. Self distruction. Pleasures that never fufill. I have none of the answers. I'm a rambling machine with no logic. I've reverted back to my two year old self. I can't tell you why, but I MUST have it.