My Life: A Dramatic Narrative

Addiction

9/23/15

Why? Why must I love her? She is supposed to be a friend. Just a friend. But no, Tayler has to ruin that, she has to develop feelings and emotions.

She is the root of my frustration and aggravation and confusion and angst and depression. Yet, she is the cure, she is the BuSpar to my anxiety, the first aid to my wounds, the answer to my problem.

I am addicted to her, I can't stop. It's too much. Is there love rehab? If so, I need it.

Not only do I love her or care for her, I'm obsessed with her.

No! I'm infatuated with her. I wake up and I think about her. I walk through the halls and I think about her. I try to stay away and heal my aching heart, alas, I can't. She is a drug.

The only person who knows who she is is Hannah. Who am I kidding, you probably know who it is. I am an obvious person.

I almost killed a butterfly because of her. But then I thought, would she want this?

Of course she wants this, who would like you?

No, Tayler, she cares for you, she is nice person.

She's just like that to your face. She doesn't want to be jerk.

Don't do it, Tayler.

Do it.

I didn't do it.

~Tayler