It's like you'd never know if anything is ever enough. It's like you don't know when to stop needing, giving or ...both. You know the feeling you get when you give something your all that it deserves but somehow you just can't put your finger on how it doesn't just entirely grasp you and set your heart & mind at ease, knowing you did something you should have done - and probably won't change either. How is it even possible to feel like that? To activate stagnant (periodical, I would say - like literally, with the exception of sappy films) tear ducts over something that isn't supposed to count a couple of months down the road? No one ever sees logic in that. Does that mean that it actually counts but there's just a (huge) part of me that just can't agree with anything rationality says? Or maybe it does agree too much, so much so that I will end up screwing things up.
But then again, what's new?
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