Obsessed: pain with me. Why did I have to go and befriend that bitch at such a young age. Now I’ve learned I’m her eternal crush. She claims she’s loved me forever, and promises she always will. She lets me breath for some time -we take breaks- for she knows I can’t stand her. But I find myself missing the comfort of a good night-time weep and longing for the sensation of its coldness melting with the warmth of my bed covers and not caring at all how wet my sheets have gotten. Uncomfortable coziness can be so addictive.