Why do I let my heart run away to insane asylums? I am a fool. An utter lunatic in my devotion. I believe I have been gripped by a madness that I feel comfortable in. My obsession has become almost an a sweet drug, almost like a caramel coffee with the right amount of everything. Love actually feels good when you find someone who wants to be with you. I feel like I'm perpetually in a strawberry field. But I feel like my devotion and obsession can be scary and I'm especially worried that I'll loose him. That'd be a fate that would lead me to full insanity.
God I'm a creep.
“I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking.”
― White Nights
― White Nights
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