My concern, clearly has deviated to this one person, whom used to be my best friend. This person, who I should name, Z, suddenly coloured my life pink and peachy. Ah, I know I sound absurd, but isn't absurdity the nature of love?
Haha, once I solemnly swore to believe that love is just hormonal, but once it attacks, it sure seize and raptures the whole system. When I get this adrenaline pumps when I recall my sweet moments with Z, it's like getting seizure. My body shakes in euphoria.
I hate that I make insane phone calls just to make sure Z is safe and secured, and healthy at best. I know that I sound delirious.
Call me sick. Yes I'm sick now, and no one has gotten the antidote, except Z, whom has the celestial elixir when Z replies my texts and reaches my calls. Which are impartially lustful and mindless. And I hate it when I lose my mind.
Argh, can someone stop this insanity?
