why is it that I didnt want this, and once i got it i don't want this to end?
Not that I had it.
I can't care, I have to stop thinking about this.
It's the first thing I think about when i wake up and the last when I lay myself to sleep.
obsession. Thanks a lot for making me feel insane Obsession.
How many times have I said that I'd rather have my heart sapped to a tree somewhere, getting pissed on by domesticated dogs than love again?
and yet again, i made my heart a chewtoy...
Now I can't deny anymore that I do, indeed have a heart...I feel it breaking.