Aliens? Mental Illness? Love?
Aliens may have stolen my brain (it happened once before, I didn't notice for three months, and when I did, I went and got it back), OR not doing well for three weeks/fuckiing up my meds/being up 24 hours may have totally fucked my own observations of 'normal'/'compulsive'/'impulsive'/'stark raving crazy'....Or....
...I just possibly be falling in love under the most insane of circumstances.
Time will tell, but already what little bit of rational brain that is here at the moment is saying 10 to 1 I'm gonna CBD (crash.burn.die).
Why is life always so....odd and complicated when it comes to love?
*...wanders off to bed....*