i miss feeling loved.
talking with friends tonight over the hookah, i realized that that's the source of all my frustration. because with love, life is simple. you understand that love is all that matters, love is what makes life liveable. that with love, you are complete.
and so, without a whole lot of love in my life, im clawing at all of these various means to 'happiness' - meaning: sucess... grades... etc.
and its not that these things arent important. they are.
but treating them as absolutes is asking for trouble.
asking for misery.