Schizophrenia

I woke up next to a beautiful twenty years old witch. She's twenty; twenty! — not even twenty-something. Lovely. I'd do it; yet it takes time. There's rules.

Few hours later, I'm enjoying time with my ex. I really do. Sadness fills me once she's gone. 'Cos I know she's gone. She's gone for good, even though I see her from time to time. I know, I know, I know.

Now, a third one's coming. I'm thinking fuckfest. I'm thinking fuckspree.

In fact, it looks like I'm not thinking at all.