Watching 30 seconds:
"You know, I had a little thing going with her."
"Yeah, I know. I had a little thing going with her as well."
"By little thing, I mean I fucked her eyeballs out."
"I fucked her eyeballs out, and the fucked them right back in again."
Not insane. Not legally insane. Not sitting in a big fluffy room, waiting for the net set of pills. I over-react, I read too much into things. Even if it's just a single word out of place. I read into it. And I drive myself completely insane.
But only because I'm already crazy. I am crazy for her. She drives me crazy.
I don't regret it. I don't regret anything I do with her.
I just wish it could happen sooner.
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Erebus
Pursue the Darkness
Is it really the sane thing to do? But then, what is sane?
I'm sure sanity isn't nearly this confusing. Or painful. Or scary.
But at times, it's worth it.
Just wish I head better gear for it. I go down way too fast. Stupid Deeps.
Granted it's that depressive time of the week. But I suddenly feel like an egotistical shit.
It's like I'm the only thing that matters. But I'm not. I care about her and make an effort for her, but even then, it all comes back to me.
She can be gone for 15 minutes, and I won't notice. As long as I get to talk.
I hate that.
And with good reason. Last night I stayed awake until 2:30 with the smartest, funniest, cutest, incrediblest, talentest (no c-c-c-combo breaker!) woman I know. It was totally worth it.
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So today, as my day off, I told this woman we'd ride motorbikes. E-motorbikes of course. I woke up, and the first thing I did was get on my e-motorbike, only to crash it almost instantly. And I quote: *does a standstill wheelie, accidentally lets go of the brake, slips off bike, which flies into a tree*. And being the super careful guy that I am, I didn't get e-motorbike insurance, because I promised myself I wouldn't crash it. Whoops. It was an anckldent I swares!
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Now I just wait for her return from sleeping or whatever it is she's doing. Worth it.
