Is the juice worth the squeeze?

I've been trying to decide on whether or not to write this blog or not for some time. I have too much in my head to tweet... But not enough to write a length blog. Quite the conundrum. Anyway, anyone who knows me well enough, or even barely knows me, will know that I can be quite neurotic and high maintenance. I'll over think the smallest details of something that matters to me. Although, now this is what perplexes me, it's normally only in regards to love/lust and men. If I like someone, I'll act in a completely different manner to my usual self. Normally I'm a laid back sorter guy, with few hang-ups. But when I like someone, I'll analyse the amount of kisses on the end of their text, I'll think about all the possible meanings of one of their texts. I drive myself mad doing it, but I cannot help it. It's something that's been with me since I started this 'gay-thing'.

I get attached quite easily. This isn't ever a good thing, as normally, it ends in heartbreak. I'm a romantic sorter guy, with traditional values, I try not to sleep about. When I'm with someone, I won't cheat, etc etc. I don't know why I get attached, but for a while, I enjoy it, I enjoy having someone to miss, having someone to look forward to seeing.

I'm happy to be like this, I can endure the mess that I become, the erratic behaviour and mood swings. I ask my self is the juice worth the squeeze.