to be angst-y

a good friend is sick of reading about how happy i am and about how much i love my life, so instead i offer this piece of angst on her behalf: love is hard.

the deeper i am challenged to love, the more i learn its complexities and intricacies. and i understand that to love someone deeply is to kill my own advantage and conceit. it is so hard. i want to hoard.

that's about as much angst i can muster at this point.