Boxes

How to kill someone; Hold their hand and then never touch their skin again, See them nearly everyday and pretend they don’t exist, Act like everything you ever said to them was a lie.

I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did.

“It’s funny how once you find a song that explains exactly how you feel, you listen to the song over and over, wishing you could scream the lyrics to the very person who made you love that song in the first place.”

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.