Confusion is Next/Kill Yr. Idols

I hate being confused. Normally if/when I get confused I just stop thinking about whatever it is that is confusing me. Lately I haven't been able to do that. It has reached into my sleep. I can't control my dreams. On the surface it isn't confusing, in fact, it is very attractive. I can't tell anyone. I'm afraid of them; I'm afraid of losing it. I never was one to throw something away. I have no problem accumulating tons of worthless junk, but I'm afraid of obtaining one worthful person. Maybe I'm afraid of being responsible for her feelings/happiness. Worthless junk has no feelings. I feel it, and my feelings don't matter.