What a shame to have to beg you
An Open letter to my "fandom" side: O__o
Oh, Fandom.....I wanna hold you and squeeze you but then you go and make me a raving lunatic. It's always the way. I always think that this time will be different, that this time I will not become an obsessive compulsive neurotic mess in exactly 5.5 seconds but you always show me that it will never happen the way I want it to, don't you? I get spiraled into this neurotic messed up world that is twisted and takes the majority of my brain power to comprehend. The rumors, the untruths....the childish behaviors.....they all come rushing back like a sobering slap to the face. There was a time that I enjoyed you so, that we would hold hands and skip off into the sunset together...content. Now I want to punch you in the throat for what you do to me. It's not fair really. I want you but you are not good for me. I want to take you in small doses but I find myself groveling at your feet like a crack head...wanting more and more. *sigh*
I should just break up with you....but instead I will hide you in my closet, in a box and only open you when I am of sound mind and perhaps when I have other people with me that can restrain me from getting too deep into you. *headdesk*
Oh, Fandom.....I wanna hold you and squeeze you but then you go and make me a raving lunatic. It's always the way. I always think that this time will be different, that this time I will not become an obsessive compulsive neurotic mess in exactly 5.5 seconds but you always show me that it will never happen the way I want it to, don't you? I get spiraled into this neurotic messed up world that is twisted and takes the majority of my brain power to comprehend. The rumors, the untruths....the childish behaviors.....they all come rushing back like a sobering slap to the face. There was a time that I enjoyed you so, that we would hold hands and skip off into the sunset together...content. Now I want to punch you in the throat for what you do to me. It's not fair really. I want you but you are not good for me. I want to take you in small doses but I find myself groveling at your feet like a crack head...wanting more and more. *sigh*
I should just break up with you....but instead I will hide you in my closet, in a box and only open you when I am of sound mind and perhaps when I have other people with me that can restrain me from getting too deep into you. *headdesk*