

fwahaha, im creepyI watched him out the corner of my eye, not wanting him to see me looking. I didnt want him to notice how obvious it was that I didnt just love him. I couldnt afford to let him know that I needed his presence to survive as well.fwahaha, im creepy
I thrived off of him; I needed him around to be alive. I fed myself with our communication, obsessing over a single greeting or smile. He kept me breathing, responding, living. It really was sick how a person could love someone so much to the point of life or death.
A single glance towards me was another dose of morphine to my system. Keepi
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