[Take me back to the person I was when i first met you. I was irrationally happy and i liked that..] I was thinking the other day about how incomplete i feel. Not that I don't have everything i need to survive, but more in the sence that i "just don't know". I really don't what is good for me anymore. Is what makes me happy, good for me? My obsession over *him* which makes me happy good for me? When i push people away because they make me angry good for me? I feel like i have no guidance like I did as a child when things were straight right and wrong. I guess life is all about finding whats best for you. [i have an addiction to caffine and it makes me the happiest version of myslef. Is that bad?]