shelby123
I feel the burning inside me, like the flare of a torch. This anger hiding away. What have I become? I feel monstrous. Hurting the ones I actually care about. Loving the ones I don't. I am disgusted with myself.
I was approachable. And he wasn't afraid to approach me. That's what caused all of this. Now I'm like a disease. I want to be with him, but at the same time, it's causing me to lose so much. Now I am approached by no one but him.
I've been molded. Formed. Shaped. By everything around me. Small, big. Good, bad. It all influences our lives. Each decision. Each thought. Each breath. Makes a difference in who we are and what we will become.
Wanted. I'm wanted here. Here in your arms. With you nothing else matters. You want me. Everything about me. The things others judge me for. My messy hair and loud laugh. My strange habits and many imperfections. Everything about me. With you, I am wanted.
Heart racing. Body throbbing. Just a little bit further. Legs turning to gelatin. Keep going. You can do it. Just a little longer. Keep running. It's all worth it in the end.
Obsessed. Being obsessed is not only having an attachment to something. It's passion. Doing what you love and loving what you do.
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