Crazy over you.

I can’t tell if I’m crazy, or if I just need you.

I think I’m crazy, because I can’t possibly need you.

I have to be self-sufficient.

I can’t depend on another person for my happiness.

People are fickle.

The only one you have control over is yourself.

(Some form of control that is, my mind never listens when I tell it to stop thinking about you.)

I must be crazy,

because if I need you, I still can’t have you,

and I’ll just go crazy anyway.


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