My heart tugs me in a million different directions, and when my head asks me where the hell I'm trying to go I stumble over my words and trip over my tongue and can't seem to come up with an adequate response.  

I go this way

I feel compelled to steer my ship 180 degrees in the opposite direction

I think I'm making the right decision

My heart explodes and I cry over the most miniscule life changing second I've ever experienced.

I don't need clarity, I don't need balance, I don't need sobriety, I don't need belief, I don't need safety - what I need is somebody who gets me, who gets it.  Somebody who will accept my tears and make me laugh at them, who will help me to not take things so seriously when I need not to, and to take myself seriously when I feel like such a child in this big people's world.  Somebody to give me that smile when I need it, somebody to play make believe and let me think there really is something worth hiking for at the end of the proverbial tunnel.  I'm constantly in search of genuine human interaction, love.  I have it, I've found it, I hold it, I know it's there.  Tell me a story, I know you're not boring.  To make this all very simple, I want somebody to love, and fingers crossed I'll be loved in return.

That sounds loads more pathetic in writing than it does in my head.