Its one of those nights, full of self reflection and such things, just thinking of my 21 years on this earth... the choices I've made... how its shaped me into the person I am today... what others think of me for the choices I've made... if they think I'm nice, caring, loving... or if they think I'm a horrible person, that's selfish and spiteful... is this an existential crisis, a break down, a re...velation? Does life get better than this... if we accept the love we think we deserve, when do you know that you've gotten the love you actually deserve, do any of us deserve love, what is love? Does it exist? Is it just some chemical reaction in