let.it.stop.

Not again. It can't be happening again. The coldness, the thump-thumping... No. It was just like what it was before.

Whenever I don't think, hear, or see, I am sure it's gone. But I cannot live without my senses. And when my senses return, I am not quite sure of what I'm supposed to be sure of. What am I supposed to do?

I don't want to know that it was always still there.

It's pathetic.

Shoot me.

1 McDreamy please!

McDreamy. McDreamy. McDreamy. McDreamy. McDreamy. Mcdreamy.

I want him. Haha