We go from inside to outside.
Crying constantly- can’t talk at all.
The opposite of the sex you are is icky, to:
I want to touch- I love them all!
Get a taste of heartbreak…
They’re all whores.
They are all dogs.
From enjoying just a sugar high, to; too much alcohol.
“I am an insecure, IDIOT!”
From, I am so alive, to: Soon, I’m going to die.
The sum of: