tirade parade

i'm genuinely afraid of what's coming next year. the fact that i don't know what to expect greatly unsettles me. who's happily anticipating the start of next year? or are you just happy because you finally get within proximity of the opposite sex?

and we act as though nothing's happened. and now i wait. sorry, but there's a part of me that desperately wants it.

it's just like a love potion that backfired. a deliciously devious twist. just a potion to satisfy the dark obsession. a possession that ceased to exist the moment true love stepped in. and you just vanished into thin air.

if i've come so far, i should be able to go on further. right?