Pointless.

These feelings are pointless.

As pointless as this photo.

I have been made fool by these chemical reactions that increasingly cripple my acumen each time an associative stimulus besets me. I am at the mercy of my feelings; yes, and I've recently come to the realization that I do have them--not much to my avail, however, but more so to the impending breakdown of my entirety.

Ironically, I have been made to understand these follies; but nay, I always fall short of the much needed willpower to have it ingrained in both theory and practice.



I have been rendered weak and subservient to these fatuities; been downsized to match the amount of intellect I have allowed myself during these so-called emotional exacerbations.

So much for valuing myself.

But oh do I remain grounded--firmly grounded on the seeming irrationality of my past actions. If there be compunctions, it would be due to whatever things I have opted not to do as a result of intellectualizing that only by doing so can I salvage whatever is left of our temporal social affinity from the brink of a gargantuan [at least on my end] wastage.

Here I go again, defending my indefensible defense.

Now I am at a loss. My words point towards a direction that fails to portend the incredulity of our grim reality.

Am I a scatterbrain or what?

As of the moment, YES. But do mark these words: these chemical reactions still cross my synapses, and they still take over whatever is left of my sanity. Until the fateful day that they react no more, I will always be at the service of its grandiose premise--a future with you.

Now, I will stop spewing auto-deprecatory blather and carry on with my real responsibility: being a trusted, loyal, and SUPPORTIVE friend.

Pfft. Utterly pointless.