it's a mixed combination of hope and fear. and hating the way it all comes flooding back every time i see you. and a little bit of guilt because everyone says you're no good for me but maybe that's what makes it so exciting. i think i'm giving in to doing what makes me happy in the moment, that instant gratification.
i never thought you'd be the type to inspire me. but i guess it's from all the pain you've caused. i am astounded that i keep going back. i think the only way to get over you is to get away from you.