LOVE HAS ONLY EVER BEEN A RAFT TO CLING TO IN THE WAVES OF MY SHADOWED MIND BUT NOW IT IS THE ACCESSORY I PUT ON EVERY DAY, THE SIDE EFFECT OF BEING ALIVE AGAIN, AND IT IS THE MOST TERRIFYING THING I HAVE COME TO KNOW IN THIS NEW LIFE.  LOVE IS NO LONGER ALL-ENCOMPASSING.  LOVE IS NOW THE THING I CRAVE AT NIGHT AND ON THE WEEKENDS.  IT DOESN'T KEEP ME FROM KILLING MYSELF BUT IT KEEPS ME FROM THE DULL MONOTONY OF HAVING NOTHING TO THINK OF WHEN I'M GETTING WORSE.  HIS LOVE IS LIKE A ******* PUNCH.  I HATE IT BUT IT HURTS MORE WHEN I HAVE TIME TO BREATHE IN BETWEEN THE HITS.  THIS FEELING THIS FEELING THIS FEELING IT TEARING ME APART.  THIS FEELING THIS FEELING THIS FEELING I CANNOT BEAR TO EVER LIVE WITHOUT.