Don't hate me Fancy Radish

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK fuck!
It's happening again. I'm doing it again. I'm going through withdrawal symptoms and I'm waiting for him online. WHAT. THE. HELL.
Its hormones.
That's right! It's that time of the month.
This is completely normal. By Wednesday I'll be fine again. I won't be on msn. Everything will be normal.
By Wednesday.
But right now I just want to talk to him, and see him, and spend time with him, and hold his hand, and tell him my secrets and insecurities, and hug him, and sit beside him while he drives, and listen to him sing, and study together with our shoulders touching, and share popcorn at the movies with him, and argue with him, and laugh at his stupid jokes, and...
O GOD 72 MORE HOURS!!!
72 hours!
Please come online tonight and msg me.

edit: omg I'm a fucking stalker. o god i'm losing my mind!

edit again: reading highly sensitive, romantic, vulnerable, and erotic stories is not helping.