I was idly wondering today what love was, and I realized that while i love my parents ( my father specifically) that I dont know that I love anyone else. Not my boyfriend, or my mother, or any of that stuff. I thought about my childhood some more and realized i was kinda like a soldier to my dad for no reason. He'd say jump I'd say how high, I did chores in his name, told lies in his name, all sorts of stuff. But he only had to ask. I know i'm probably rambling and crazy but... still food for thought. i guess. ETA: i've been awake for.... 26 hours at this point... I think. Feels like one long ass run-on day.