I'm going to hell

I don’t think I’m addicted to writing, because if I am, I would have written about so many things. But I’m not, all my writings are mostly about you. You see, I’m not addicted to writing, I’m addicted, to you.

I was doing great until I was reminded of your name and now I can’t stop speaking it because it tastes so sweet; poison on my lips.

I love him. But I deserve better. I love him. But I deserve better. I love him. But I deserve better. But I’m in love with him.

A lot of boys and girls think their lives will have meaning if they find a partner who wants nothing else in life but them. That’s not healthy. That’s falling in love with the idea of a person, not the actual person.