I'm hooked. I HATE BEING HOOKED!
I'm mad. I really am mad. at myself and at you. yes at you. why are you so freaking kjhfbflkdblkbl? I can't even find a freaking discription for you. like I said, you're so fbfjndfndfbknd. god! could you please not be so kjdfjgkbndflbn? could you please not make me want you so badly? You should better keep your mouth shut. why did you say all those things? why? I mean, was it any worth? did I boost up your ego? I know I did, but it's not fair to me. I wasn't hooked anymore. I didn't thought about you that much anymore, I was okay, normal, whatsoever. but no, mister I-am-so-yummi-that-you-can't-resist-me decided one night at 1 o'clock in the morning to act all wtf and start talking to me and telling me things that at first sounded awesome but now? now I wish you wouldn't have said them. because the things you say once, you don't repreat them afterwards. you just don't. and that's frustrating. it's also frustrating making a fool out of myself and wait by the phone for a freaking message or call from you. urgh, I'm hooked. why am I always looking at the phone? jeeeeeeeez! I'm gonna break it in two, three, four pieces. maybe then, I'll get over you, who knows.