Have I gone too far?

Have I become something I always told myself I'd never become? Monster am I not. Too much love is what I feel.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Boys have always been a weakness of mine. I love the attention. I love feeling needed, wanted, desired. Is it that fills up empty space where there should be love? Should I attribute it to being picked on as a child? Having no father figure growing up? Is there really anything I can blame it on? I fear this might be the path to my demise. I do not feel bad. In fact, I feel bad for not feeling bad.


Too much introspection.

Nevermind

I'm stupid happy. I love him.