data seem to show that i'm physically incapable of moving on.
rest assured, i'll floor my gas pedal, blast my music, scream
until my vocal chords begin to bruise. my heart reaches a
natural impasse: you will never go away. i had a dream about
killing myself, loving you. those are the same in my mind.
driving under the influence of you is my darkest secret. it
rarely takes me more than 5 minutes to find you in any crowd.
i know we can't be friends, but i can't stop looking for you.
vodka in any size glass wouldn't be enough to drown you out.
if i trade the love i deserve for the love i desire, what kind of
neurotic psychopath am i? don't tell my boyfriend. i'd be a
genius if caring too much about you was a sign of intelligence.
