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"I can't help myself, I've fallen down, I'm falling hard for you," so sings Crystal Method. I know, I know. But these Steele-esque lyrics are kind of the theme to this week. I have a weakness. Nearly a disease, really. I confuse attraction with like, and liking a few good qualities with love in the span of about 24 hours and multiple facebook prowls later. It's sick. I'm not proud of it, but it's terminal. It's completely my fault why it hurts so bad when you finally realize that of course, anyone handsome, spiritual, smart AND athletic would be seeing someone. Of course. But "unofficially seeing someone" isn't really a hopeless situation, is it? The door is still ajar, right? Glass half-full. Glass half-full...i think that two of my friends and i are riding the same boat...to half-full/empty glass-dom. It's not the worst place to be, but it's a place you don't want to stay for too long. If you get too hopeful you could fall harder in the end, and you don't want to replace faith with doubt either.