Desire is a sneaky little thing that creeps up on you. An addiction that takes hold of your nerves, wrecks havoc with the electrical wiring in you head and before you know it you’re scared as shit because you don’t know why this is happening to you. The most nerve-wrecking thing about desire is it’s silence. The most tedious it’s dependency on things beyond your control. It’s blind spots. One day the person turns around and slaps you in the face; you do it to other people, and other people do it back to you. Living can be a business that is scary as shit sometimes.

Anyway. Whatever. I think I should learn to accept my feelings more and stop denying that they exist. Just because they are triggered by a combination of chemicals in your bloodstream doesn’t make them any less valid. Seems simple… but so difficult to accept…