I like to think that I have a fairly even head on my shoulders, then I think about one man who I haven’t seen in over a year and I know that I don’t.

I have about 14 tattoos covering my body. These all landing upon me in about a year. Do the math.

I have never felt actually delusional about anything until I met a Capricorn who altered my brain chemistry. I really am not going to dive into all of it right now but I will share the recent relapse of delusions that I have experienced.

I was at work the other day when a coworker came in smelling like him. My heart pounded and I got really anxious. I decoded the smell immediately like a fucking dog. And I went ballistic.

I told him I needed to know what he smelled like because he smelled identical to one of my friends but I “couldn’t place which one”. I made him find a photo of his cologne. I really shouldn’t know what he smells like. Like how intimate, and how absolutely psychotic of me to be actively on google finding where I can purchase it.

When I got my first tattoo I posted it to a story that coincidentally he was the only person on, and he messaged me right as planned. He himself was pretty tatted and took a lot of pride in his body art. I have since decorated myself as well, I have made my instagram public because he isn’t supposed to have any contact with me just in case he wants to check in on me.

Do you still check in on me?

Please still check in on me!

Thank you for wearing Giorgio Armani Stronger With You. Thank you for being so elegant in my imagination. I need a motivation.