It would seem like I'm just addicted to being in love. Because now that I'm over and mostly recovered from that pair of eyes... all there is is an empty space.
And what do I do with that space? That energy? Sure, I'm back to loving my little pink friend, but it's not the same. And if I thought I would apply that energy to getting my college work done, well, tough luck honey.
The wishing is still here. The wanting is still here. As I said, it's a matter of finding an object of affection, not the feeling of affection itself.
Shit is fucked up.
And I should get back to work. You know, the college work I've procrastinated and pretended to do all weekend. Damn.
Diet day 1: 69 kg
Hair colour: Pink with turquoise
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