I really hate the cold...I should move somewhere warm but my base of operations is here. I travel to New York a lot and it makes me realize that how good Boston...not that its perfect
Defective? Why do I love someone who has hurt me so much? Am I sadistic? Why do I care for someone who doesn't care that much for me? How did she get so far into my body, my blood, my skin, my brain, my heart?
Why do I not fully embrace those who do me good? Who want nothing more than for me to look at them with just a little love in my eyes.
Its not the hunt or letting someone go...atleast I know think so...
Why does my heart skip beats, feel under pressure, ache when I'm in the same room?
Some drink to remember...mostly I drink to forget...which won't be bad but it no longer has an effect...tolerance so high that it takes a half of bottle to get a buzz...
Can't be doing my liver any good...the problem is in the brain...I wish I could erase parts of it like the Nixon tapes.
In the words of Joan Jett - I hate myself for loving you...
Why do I care for someone who doesn't care that much for me? 
How did she get so far into my body, my blood, my skin, my brain, my heart?
