November 18, 2015

Love is a disease

Sometimes I think love is a disease. It's all I can ever think about and all it does is eat me up inside. I can't help but wonder if it's me. The way I'm wired or something. That I just get inside my head and start thinking too much when there's absolutely nothing wrong.

scullerymaid at 6:05 p.m.

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