I've been constantly scratching myself since yesterday.
I have this very real or very made up anxiety disorder.
There are 84 versions of me in my brain and they all shout, whine and run around all the time.
I don't believe in synchronicity. I don't believe in miracles. I don't believe in soulmates. I don't believe that everything happens for a reason.
I think the state of being in love is hormonal, and that we make our own fate.
If you look up there is a different perspective.
I don't hate you.
But maybe I shouldn't love you anymore.