Yet I can’t force them to be receptive of my emotions and insecurities. In the end, they’re all fickle things, emotions. They drive humans to do the most asinine shit, and for what? For why? Why do we need them in the first place when they just cause one disaster after another? All they do is feed insecurity to the point where you’re a mess that can’t function without the help of some sort of vice to numb the emotions you don’t want to feel. And for me, that emotion is love.
