yogsceacp:

… Pops out on gmail chat

J: Hey good morning!
J: Wassup?
Me: Hey!
Me: I’m wassup!
Me: I mean I’m okay!
J: We need to chill out!
Me: Surething! Whenever we are free.
J: B gotta proposal for our upcoming escapade and we need to talk about it as early as March.
Me: Are we hitting same place?
J: Yes, Dear! Do you have other plans?
Me: Where else? Unless you guys are down to ride a plane?
J: You know it can’t be possible.
J: Still, we gotta` talk.
Me: Sure! I’m free on March!
J: B want to spend sometime with us.
Me: Yeah i think so … hit me up ahead of time okay? You know i got things going and its hard to manage to split times.
J: So we need to have an appointment with you right? Unlike before we can reach you anytime we want it. lol!
Me: I don’t know how long this scheduling will last, but as of the moment … YES! please make a reservation, I’m always fully booked! 
J: Yeah we noticed that. Let me ask B then when she’s gonna be free, so as me to check my sched, so we could book an early reservation for your vacant days. Hahaha!
J: So how are you doing your own thing without us?
Me: I’m  more than good. I so much enjoy spending times with new peers, with myself, sometimes with someone. I barely stay at the house, tomorrow i have an overnight chill out and we are still planning for the next. I feel like expanding! 
Me: I’m meeting people and its been a while since i guess I’ve locked myself in privacy. Time to open up, express myself a lil’ out loud, get wild ( moderately ), experience the bizarre and expose!!! 
J: Very well said, Cristina! You should have done that earlier but its not too late. I’m happy to know your already doing great right now…
Me: Stop calling me Cristina! Err! You know how much I hate that :p

yogsceacp:

It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you never even dared to admit that you wanted — an emotional speedball, perhaps, of thunderous love and roiling excitement. Soon you start craving that intense attention, with the hungry obsession of any junkie. 

When the drug is withheld, you  promptly turn sick, crazy and depleted (not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but who now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore — despite the fact that you know he has it hidden somewhere, goddamn it, because he used to give it to you for free). 

Next stage finds you skinny and shaking in a corner, certain only that you would sell your soul or rob your neighbors just to have that thing even one more time. Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you. He looks at you like you’re someone he’s never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is, you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You’re a pathetic mess, unrecognizable even to your own eyes.

So that’s it. You have now reached infatuation’s final destination — the complete and merciless devaluation of self.