Ugh.

I think I know what I'm thinking, but I probably have no idea what I'm thinking. Focus is temporarily M.I.A., feeling like I'm existing outside of myself. Loving it and hating it all at the same time. Walking on cloud nine one minute, and then falling into this deep trench of fear and doubt the next. Why must one always accompany the other?

You give me fucking goosebumps. Just looking at you gives me goosebumps. It's incredible, and it also terrifies me.

I'm trouble.

And you're trouble.

Scratch that, you're a complete psycho and a whore.