You know what I hate more than anything?
You're in my head...You're in my bed...Even though you haven't been for almost a year now, you're there. I can't come without thinking of you. I have to fight the urge to scream your name when it's great...I have to fight the urge not to fuck at all because I am afraid it will be bad. I HATE YOU and I am entirely too drunk to continue this rant tonight.
