unrequited love

unrequited love hurts a lot, but sometimes it makes you insane enough to make art you dont hate, so i dont dislike it all the time. other times, you realize you may not actually love them and just love to crawl back to the same routines you always do whenever you get sad. children like routines, and ive never really grown up. youve known me since i was a kid so ive never felt the need to grow up around you, though every time i turn from you theres a pain in my stomach that i cant exactly pinpoint if its from our lack of a connection or from my own rotted brain, or maybe both. if its both then thats pathetic.