I’ll just start thinking of him, and once he gets in my head he cant get out. It’s like he’s trapped, but he wants to get out so bad. And then he goes down to my stomach and twists it up and releases butterflies, making me want to punch him in the face… maybe, just maybe I hate him instead and think it’s love but really it’s just a way to say I hate him… Yeah, thats what it is (: