March 13, 2004
Love is a gamble. You play and you think you're winning and everything's going well until you get that "oh shit" feeling and realise the dice's been rigged and that you've been gambling way more than you intended to, and you lose and you get that irresistible urge to go back and redeem yourself. It's pathetic. If I'm going to lose anyway just let me lose, don't bring me up to that terrible, beautiful point of view before dragging me down again. Pah. I really should stop going over this topic. But, you know… you're all I can think about.