Talk about awkward. Still fucking lost.

 I can't read the crazy signs and I'm far from home. When the fuck am I going to find where I'm supposed to be going? I'm open to all opinions.

Africa sat on the opposite end of the huge conference room at our college. Her slight gleam of a blurry outline in the corner of my eye was more focused than anything that stood in front of me.

I avoided her at all costs. My life is at stake. We got called up as a group to sign up for a specific date to watch surgeries for the semester. Me and Endgame signed up for the first week and I blabbered something that made me come off as a complete idiot. I have a horrible habit of doing that. She looked at me. She wanted to all night. She questioned what I'm thinking. Is it that fucking hard to figure out?

I ate off the toes of her feet. I continued speaking non-sense as a desperate clamor to gain her attention.

I want to punch my self in the face. How the fuck can I be so god damned stuck to her?

I only know one cure for this ill conceived and maliciously vehement disease. And honestly I can't find any other way to get her out of my system. I'm sick of waiting for it to cure itself. I've been suffering since the beginning of November. If anyone ever questions how 3 months of fucking isolated agony is, I'm your guy. For this cure, it goes against my morals and beliefs but I, quite frankly, do not give a flying fuck.

A rebound is definitely in order.