How about if I don't exist. The absence of him is aggravating. Inviting me to over think what is known. Love ? I want so badly. As I am in your arms, feed my addiction. My denial of mood swings is so shallow. Don't you see that the party of one is intoxicated. The new friend of drugs is a new obsessions. Oops! Another clue. No one cares if you are suffering. Paint your face with all you know. Faking is it is making it.