Diary Pages; pretense & illusory

what is love;? love sits in the pages of a diary full of torn out pages and sheets of words that are often times left in question..? all my friends are doing things, and maybe i'm losing my mind, maybe its summer depression; though its all hazy and, and white and confusing. "at the end of the day, she'll always be whiskey in a teacup," a quote describing a wound up woman waiting until he gives her something more to crave.. but what more..could.. she crave..,"