Private Journal Entry
Obsession.
Compulsion.
Possession.
Need.
Want.
Just when you think you know where something is headed, you find you are wrong. Just when you think something is safe, you find it isn't.
Who knew danger would be so seductive?
Who knew I would crave the knife-edge? The uncertainty and need overwhelm me. I can't think sometimes and my control had been decimated.
If this is addiction...I want it.
I find I am willing to be reckless. I am willing to do things I wouldn't have. I want this and him.
Is this my darkness coming through? Is this that part of me that is truly dark and wants it's due?