love is like drug abuse

Love is like drug abuse.

Like drugs, love is expensive, but it makes you feel good.

You develop a tolerance, but you don't know when you crossed that threshold.

You lose track of time, but don't mind as long as you're under its effects.

You lose control, but having chosen your means of losing it you rationalize that you're in control.

It makes you paranoid, and you develop irrational thinking patterns.

You become utterly dependent, and your attempts to quit the habit require a belligerent attitude that vacillates between hatred, contempt, indifference, affection, concern, murder, and suicide.

Love, like drug abuse, focuses your attention incessantly and obsessively on the topic. And so you seek out forums for people suffering like you, and so you share, and share alike in a vast community of like-minded sufferers.

But I can't seek treatment for love abuse.