So things were finally put the way they needed to be and things were said that needed to be said. If there was more time and more private space everything would have come out, but I think im happy for now.
“I have what people like to call an ‘addictive personality’.
You spark a nerve in me, and I’ll go to great lengths just to feel it again. You keep me guessing, and I’ll never stop searching until I find the answer. You give me that look, and my eyes will never leave until they can see it again.
It’s sad, really. I’d like to think that I’m so much stronger than that. I’d love to believe that I’m as strong as others perceive me to be. And I hate more than anything that I let you have that kind of power over me. And for what? Absolutely nothing. My strenuous efforts become futile and I’m left back to where I started, making no progress in who I am, but only in what I know.
I’m never satisfied with what’s in front of me. I always seem to be on the quest for what I can’t have, until I tell myself I can’t have it, to where I just get sick of hearing it.
Basically, I’m addicted until you burn me out…I’m addicted until I just can’t want you anymore.