o.d.

h.s.

'cause, baby, you are doing something to me,

and i can't explain what.

i'm seeing the sky.

thinking about you.

thinking about what you are doing.

then, i stop myself.

because, oh my god.

i'm such a stalker-obsessed with you.

but i'm so in love with you.

i know you don't feel uncomfortable about me, because, the hell, you don't who i am.

so, who the hell cares?

1:54 a.m

-f.v.