reason.

For my own motivation in life.  For the sake of loving someone.  To hurt myself. To feel true pain.  To know what I like.  To know what I'm capable of.

Love is love.  Who the fuck gives a damn about the reason for falling in love? I'm going down with this ship, and it makes me happy.

I like feeling emotional. I like thinking about what I do. I feel depressed, but I think it's a good feeling in that it's telling me what I don't want to do in life.

Only I should care about what's good for me. And I don't care about what's good for me.  I just love to love in this self destructing manner.  She makes me look forward to something, she gives me something to work on.  She makes me reflect upon myself.  She's perfect.

Online friends.  We see the true sides of these people, and I think that surpasses a glance and meeting of a real life person.  This is deeper than reality.  We're truly learning about each other, minus the external humor.  We're missing expressions, accents, and the environment.  But that just makes us more connected as people, our souls are connected this way.