Inconveniences

Okay, you got me red handed, I can't stop thinking about it. About you. Let me take you to see Heather Peace play? I couldn't possibly count the number of times it's gone over and over in my head today. I think I'm obsessed. Infatuated is probably the more precise term. How did I let myself get like this? Though it's been a long time since I've felt this way. Fuck. This is really inconvenient. I wish I could control my feelings more competently. I'm a bit useless really. Breathe in. Hold it. Breathe out. Repeat. I can't write now. I need to think of something witty and attractive to text back.