Starry-eyed

Dialogue

What do you see?

Quixotic thoughts traveling to the corners of my mind. I'm not fake! I refuse to accept that criticism. That's incorrigibly plural. So, no—you cannot just question my eagerness to learn. The ancient anger, sleeping in the depths of my defenses, rises again, and this one person stirs it up. I hate you!

People do crazy, peculiar things when they're faced with challenges in love. Screw it. Screw my life. My enemy has arrived to stir me up!

I HATE YOU!

But of course, subliminally, it’s a psychological drive of aggression—if you know what I mean.

In other words, just hold me.