My drug.

I don’t know what to do Mac. I’m never getting over you am I? I’m never going to be free. I’ve done a complete 180 from where I was this summer. When I told you I was over you, it was true…for that day. I’m right back where I started. I’m addicted. I never believed in a person being like a drug for someone, but now I understand. It’s not romantic. It’s not sweet. It’s painful and heartbreaking. It’s ruining my life. I don’t go a day without thinking about you and how I wish I was good enough for a chance. I do anything to be with you, to help you, to see your smiling face. I do whatever is in my power to get you to see me. If that means doing favors I don’t really have time for, so be it. I’ll edit your video with you all Saturday. I can’t not help you.

I am addicted to you. You are the worst kind of drug. I am consumed by you.

“I’m hooked on you I need a fix, I can’t take it, just one more hit I promise I can deal with it. I’ll handle it, quit it just one more time then that’s it just a little bit more to get me through this. It’s like I can’t breathe, it’s like I can’t see anything, nothing but you. I’m addicted to you. It’s like I can’t think without you interrupting me. In my thoughts, in my dreams, you’ve taking over me, it’s like I’m not me.”

Kelly Clarkson