I'm taking a psychology class this term: Psychology of Intimate and Family Relationships. It is a really interesting class, and for some reason, I write a lot of free-writes during lecture. I thought that I'd start posting some excerpts from those free-writes.
Don't give me flowers; give me words of sincerity. I write in cursive for you because the casualty of the printed word does not fit into the flowing desire to know more of you. Yesterday you surprised me, and that doesn't happen often. Understand me. Question my motives. I have layers... like an onion. That's not attractive, but it is the humanity of me. Forgive my mental stalking. I cannot get away from my thoughts... you are a plague.
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