1 March 2013
I obsess over it, over him. I can barely sleep for thinking of it, and it is the first word on my lips when I wake. It shines from within me. I must hold myself differently, look changed from before somehow, because everybody seems to know, and I haven't said a word.
I can't focus. My mind fills with aimless, wandering plans, which I know I cannot carry out, and my hands absently fill every page with scrawled doodles. My entire body seems suffused with the emotion I try to keep contained. It spills out of me and sweeps me along, leaving me feeling helpless, much as another emotion once did.
How can love turn so easily to hate?
Why? • Opuss № I