Loving me is like trying to venture into the deep, cavernous wasteland of the shattered pieces of my soul. I seriously don't know what will be left of you when you return...a hollow shell of a human being when someone like me has disposed of you. Loving me is going to end with the essence stolen from your very being. Not a very charming proposition, but there it is.
HA. DELVE INTO THAT ONE, THERAPISTS! I'd like to see you try. Seriously...anyone? *sigh*, A girl can hope, right?