For a long while I've been terrified witless of you.
Because on the day we met I got this weird pang in my stomach; I know what it means. I have complete trust in my guts at this age, you see.

I can't escape you.

I'll go around, and around, and around and I will still bump into you at some point on that mobius loop of illogical magnetism. 

11:28 pm

I hate you so much, I can't stand your presence, yet I still believe that I'm bound to you, somehow.

It is so very ,very scary; how my intuition is never wrong.