enamored by this…i can’t not keep having these images on loop in my head. it’s a bit silly, this whole feelings business. i could like you one minute, then despise you another. there’s this incessant need to write the contents of my head onto paper. the contents of my heart onto paper. i like you just because and i despise you because there’s so much to that ‘just’. you manage to make me ramble more than usual. make my heart beat faster than usual; hurt more than usual. stop.