Addicted 2017-12-132017-12-13 ~ Deah Caldwell Nothing about growing you was pre-fab. Your love is the organic chemical, and my brain is the lab– an addiction I happened onto by chance. Your body and your smile are my chemical romance. Rate this:Share the love:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
I seriously hate how getting addicted to the idea of someone makes you forget their essence. And we all need our fix! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
It does. It drives me crazy, because we do need that fix. But you end up imposing your expectations of who they should be onto them, which isn’t who they are at all–it’s selfish! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Your previous comment basically just described my actions with someone I was addicted to 😦 LikeLiked by 1 person
I seriously hate how getting addicted to the idea of someone makes you forget their essence. And we all need our fix!
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It does. It drives me crazy, because we do need that fix. But you end up imposing your expectations of who they should be onto them, which isn’t who they are at all–it’s selfish!
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lol did you read my Conversation With Myself?
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Hahaha! Maybe….(Scary music playing)
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Your previous comment basically just described my actions with someone I was addicted to 😦
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Alright back to bed. Good night!
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Zzzzz
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