what can i do? i'm in love with you, and it won't stop.

what can i do? i'm in love with you, and i can't stop.

debating the validity of these two, perhaps mutually exclusive, scenarios:

in the first, i'm not responsible for my folly nor my phone calls. it's cupid's mischievous arrow striking me sharply and strewing more chaos than discordia's golden apple. i'm the victim.

in the second case, i'm like a compulsive nail biter, a chronic over-eater, a chain smoker. or maybe that's not true, maybe i'm like an obsessive-compulive patient. a bankrupt howard hughes.

in each of the cases, i'm all alone. be it a vengeful and invisbile arrow or a bad case of OCD, i'll be sleeping alone tonight.

then again, it's been shown that while experiencing romantic love, the brain's neurochemistry is, in fact, indistinguishable from that of the brain while suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. although, that doesn't sound very romantic, and it certainly doesn't make me feel any less alone tonight.