Incredible

how much I think I like someone after only nine days of actual human contact.
how much that sort-of like can fuel or evolve into some kind of stalker-like obsession.
how much more I exaggerate when I'm mocking myself.
how long it takes for someone to do two stupid things.
how long it takes for me to do six stupid things.
how irresponsible the two of us are.
how guilty I will feel for screwing over that sweet, kind boy in three of my classes that's very nice even to me.
how much I'm talking about a stupid lab report that isn't even worth anything. But still.
how irritated I can be.
how self-obsessed I am.
how much I want to play music or sing it, you know, well.
how much I like Gravity by Sara Bareilles.
how much I want to be reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman.
how stupid I feel.
how loved I want to feel.
how shallow I am.
how much I'm talking about myself.
how much I want someone to read this and comfort me.