Confused

Confusion, glorious thing, no? Yeah, not so much and yet it is a burden that too many bear including myself. I keep getting that sinking feeling that comes from just not knowing. Not knowing what to say or do, or even think anymore. Am I being too dramatic? Perhaps. Shouldn't I just get a life? Maybe. But these are my friends. And my friends are my life. Love easy, let go with pain and hate rarely. Good standards to follow until you are forced into a place where letting go is truly the only safe option, and probably the best one. But then you get that confused feeling again and start to doubt and question yourself. Is that truly the best option? Well now I don't freaking know! And you're right back in the same spot that you were before you went through all the trouble of trying desperately to come up with some form of solution or answer. Well that's just bloody great isn't it.