Six Strings.

"Whatever happened to the asexual girl that I was chatting with?"

There's a certain sense of, "Que es le fuck?" flowing through my body right now.
This sense can only be described as the shivers that run down your back when you listen to an incredible song, paired with the fuzzy feeling you get when you think of someone unbelievable. Its like rocking on the brink of half sleep and awake.

I hate it.