Tangled

My thoughts are tangled. No amount of combing through it helps. The more I try to sort it out, the more confused I become. Or maybe the more I think about it, the more tangles I discover.

First tangle: my feelings about him.

Second tangle: what do I really feel about him?

Third tangle: why do I care what i feel about him?

Fourth tangle: why do I care that I care about what I feel for him?

Fifth tangle: are my feelings for him related to what I feel for another person?

Sixth tangle: why is the situation making me afraid?

Those are the tangles for now. Because Im getting confused again. I'll try to answer them one at a time. Maybe, just maybe, one tangle may be sorted out.