My mind is running amok.
I can’t control it, I can’t tame it. I can’t put an end to it.
I can’t stop thinking of you, although I’d really like to. But my mind is running amok.
Alcohol destroys walls, it demolishes all the barriers. I can’t stop you from invading my mind. Although I’d really like to. I don’t want you. But you’re here. Because my mind is running amok.
I can barely write, but my mind will make me write down a thousand times how I want you, how I love you. But I don’t want to. I don’t want to do that. Still, I will do that.
Please, leave me. Leave me alone. This is pure suffering. I don’t want you. But I do. Then I don’t. But then, again, I do. Just leave me forever. I hate you. I fucking hate you. Just go. Go. Go.