because behind it all, there's still a hint of love left (whatever kind of love that may be)

After all the emo posts, the bashing, the reform, the nights and days and afternoons, happinness is still possible.

I was kind of surprised myself. I guess there's still that in the world.

But I'm kind of scared of extreme happiness, you know. I have this mentality that after a happy exprience, it will be followed by a sad one with the same kind of degree or intensity.

I wish I wasn't so paranoid.