You and all your greatness. Gerr.

I hate crushes.
Crushes make you over think everything.
They make you paranoid and also thrilled, usually over something that's not worth all the trouble.
They make you instantly feel a connection to every song you hear, in some ridiculous way.
They make you feel like a ten year old when that one boy puts his shoes beside yours in the boot room and your heart sinks into a puddle of marshmallows and cotton candy.
They make you worry that everything you do may be the wrong move,
and some how they make all this hullabaloo worth it.
Stupid.
But I've fallen into this trap again.
Too bad I haven't gotten to that "it's all worth it" point yet.
I'm still stuck at the "why do I bother with you" part of it.