Yet again...

Love sucks.

I went out and had a truly wonderful evening on Friday. Today I keep replaying certain conversations in my head, and I am reminded that the more things change, the more they stay the same.

I'm ashamed to admit I am incredibly jealous. The reason this upsets me is because it makes me realize that I am once again letting myself get too attached.

My usual answer is to counteract this by looking elsewhere. I wanted so badly not to be here in this place yet again.

Every time I get too close, I feel resistance. If I step back, I am told that *I* am the reason we are not closer. That's just not fair.

Ugh.

Love sucks.

It's time for Plan B.