“I’m that bad?”
“Nah, I’ve just had a pretty one track mind recently.”
*omits some stuff*
“It’s like he’s engrained in my brain.”
“FIX IT. Think about other things. Like birdies, and owls, and school, and cake.”
“I TRY. Everything links back to a conversation or a picture or an object. It’s all fucking connected. x__x”
“You’re just crazy.”
“Am not. Thought I’ve been told certain levels of feelings are the equivalent of being crazy.”
I debated posting this.
It may disappear in the morning.
Granted, by then it may not matter.
My head is killing me.
Peace, Love, and Tylenol,