is love inherently narcissistic? as much as i truly believe i would like to live for someone else, it feels like wanting be loved is the same as pushing myself onto someone and demanding for them to accept me and all my flaws unconditionally. i dont understand why i want this love to be reciprocated, and i dont understand why humans love in the first place. as charming as the idea of living for someone else is, i am aware that a relationship like that often leads to resentment and bitter feelings. so if not to live for someone else, then what is the point of love? im beginning to believe that it is just easier to live by anothers side, and that i should not put to much thought into it. the world is a scary place that we will never even be able to remotely comphrened, so rather than suffer through it alone, i would rather have someone by my side to experience this scary existence. and yet i feel so guilty for loving you