I think I have a pretty addictive personality. Maybe addictive is the wrong word. Compulsive? Obsessive? Curious? Needy? I'm not sure what to call it. But I'm something. I always have something I think about too much. Sometimes it's a book, and sometimes it's other people. Sometimes it's music, and sometimes it's an object.
Remember when you were little, and there was a big storm, with rain, and thunder, and lightening, and it was always dark, and you were never sure whether you were more scared or more excited, and it was all a big thrill, and you were so anxious and excited waiting for the next big flash, or noise. And it was kind of comforting feeling so small for a bit, and knowing that you're only a tiny part of something huge. Sometimes I get the same feeling, but it's like I'm waiting for change instead of the storm.
Remember when you were little, and there was a big storm, with rain, and thunder, and lightening, and it was always dark, and you were never sure whether you were more scared or more excited, and it was all a big thrill, and you were so anxious and excited waiting for the next big flash, or noise. And it was kind of comforting feeling so small for a bit, and knowing that you're only a tiny part of something huge. Sometimes I get the same feeling, but it's like I'm waiting for change instead of the storm.
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