I found it so hard to believe.
I’ll confirm it right here right now, babe. I’m infatuated again. Officially infatuated with someone. Same old symptoms : finding it hard to breathe, tummy turning in knots and knots and more fucking knots, impromptu smiles and increasingly conversing with myself. Toni Braxton and Babyface really not helping, singin’ those goddamned ballads oh they so sweet and rosy and so goddamned happy. Oh so infatuated. Can’t believe it. Refer to last post - I was SO bitching about men. They’re like drugs. You swear you’d come clean, but it’s so tempting to have that one last hit, one last drag. And you end up in rehab. Men rehab clinics. There ought to be one for both sexes.
Taking things easy. Taking things a step at a time. Baby steps. Microscopic steps. Being nonchalant. Can’t rush it. Won’t rush it dying dying dying every passing second makes me die a little bit more out of longing.
