I really, really hate being in love. It doesn't happen to me often, but when it does it consumes me.
I think about nothing else.
Just that fucking son of a bitch, and how fucking amazing he is and all the things i want to do together with him.
About his amazing eyes, hissmile, his fucked up humor, and about how wonderful it would be to kiss him.
I am honest when i say that i have met nobody that i like as much as him.
I sound obsessed. And sadly, i think that's because I am.