  i don't know what i did to piss you off. well i have some idea. i think you're more like dissappointed maybe even baffled. i don't know why i did it. i wasn't thinking. i needed something, somebody. but what i got wasn't anything close to what i wanted. i had a break in rational judgement. i could blame it on alcohol but the whole time it was going on, i kept thinking it was wrong. i even thought of you and worried you'd know. and now you're mad at me, you're distant and now i know exactly why. i have these moments when it doesn't matter to me what kind of reactions my actions are going to have and all that matters is my feelings at the moment.
some need inside of me must be met and i don't care what happens to meet it. it's a sickness, i'm like a damn disease. stay away from me before you too are taken. you hate me, you love me, you fear me, you covet me. you don't know. you never will. i don't mean to take away, i want to give. 
