Personal Coffee (A South Park Creek Fanfiction)

As crazy as it sounds, its like he's my fucking personal coffee.
He drives me crazy, but I love it. He makes me stay up at night, jittery, because he's himself. He caffeinates me, causes me anxiety, worsens my conditions.
Either way, I love it.
I spend to much time with him, drink up every word, every sound that comes out of his mouth. He can drive my progress, or make me break down. Fill me up, or make me feel empty. And I know he's bad for me, I just can't get enough.
Either way, I love it.
He's my personal coffee, and he knows it.

Note: These pictures do not belong to me! I picked them off Google or something. However, I did edit them and put the title on them.