This is when the truth hurts. At 4:29 a.m.

I can't focus. I had so much to say five minutes ago. The numbness scares me... Yet my emotions bring me trouble(s). When I "feel" ... I FEEL ! A touch is a blow ... His touch is like blow & I can't get enough. It's bad for me. It is very addicting. It's going to leave me strung out or somewhere in rehab. Are the fleeting moments worth it? I guess time will tell. After so much of that, this seems foreign. I can be optimistic about anything but love, why?

Basquiat "the unknown notebooks"

High Museum of Art, Atlanta GA, 2016

I never thought someone telling me "they love me" would have me in such a mind fuck.

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

Clementine: Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours.