The definition of “Insanity” is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. We fall in love over and over (or well what love is considered now days) expecting it to stay forever when in reality alot of times it doesn’t. And we cry and Sob and some even hurt/kill them selves over it. I don’t know wrether to hope and find true live someday and have the possibility of it ending or find silly little teenage love over and over slowly losing my self. Should I be happy or sad when someone loses their boyfriend or girlfriend cause obviously they weren’t the one but I can’t say it was good cause they cared for them. Insanity. Love. Its all the same.