oh fucking hell laurraa jesus christ i love you so fucking much. The more I think, the more I sound like a walking cliche, but I really can't explain it. I love every ounce of your body. Even the bad kidney. I love you more than Lia. More than myself. More than anyone.
and you know as well as me that this isn't just a case of me grasping on to the first girl who gave me any interest. since last year i had been completely prepared to spend years, maybe forever, in total solitude. I wasn't looking for anyone. I didn't want anyone. You were the only one who could pull me out of that. Not the only one who tried. But the only one who succeeded.
all i ever think is why? why the fuck do you want me? why do you ask me to go out so much, when i rarely show you the true passion i feel for you, out of fear of looking weird? why make such an effort? why not realise i'm a fucking waste of space?
you said i'm like a puzzle. the truth is, the only enigma here is you. Me? I'm just mentally imbalanced. I know that. That's not mysterious or cool. But you... I have no idea.