I feel lost without someone to obsess over. I'm pointless without a person to crave. But somehow, it's more genuine than something, because I was only fooling myself in the first place.
I go through obsessions. Mostly bands. Sometimes people. Every time, I fool myself into believing that that's the only thing in the world. And I do it just to have something tangible to think about and talk about and have a purpose for. When I don't have obsessions to distract me, I get depressed easily. Even though the obsessions are just tricks of my mind. The only obsession that made me depressed was Bright Eyes, probably because I listened to Poison Oak a few hundred too many times. But I don't know what to do with myself, really.