My mom will be here ANY SECOND.

I don't want to spend the day with her.

Ehh... at least she might buy me lunch.

Terror amusement confusion...

...and falling asleep, getting a nice hour+ nap... with the sound of a Voice I don't hear often enough still echoing in my ears.

I'd forgotten what this felt like. Forgotten... the rush.

Addictive.

Addicting.

I am addicted.

*soft smile*

And I... we... like it. Weird.