Girls. If there is something deadlier than a school of box jelly fish, its these four limbed , tentacled beings. I’m not sure if box jelly fishes would approve of me using them to describe our female species; however, it seems to fit the situation perfectly.

You can’t see them when they are in hunting mode. You cant feel them till they plunge millions of their venomous death spines down your skin. You can try as you might, but once you are caught in the evolutionarily specialized web, you can never get away. Even if you do manage to get away with little life that is left, you will be scared for the rest of your life. They play with your heads, the heamo-toxic venom gets pumped around your bloodstream, slowly; your heart’s rhythm changes and attains a dying harmonic wave. Looping and fading each time it recur.

Enough garbage, let me cut to the chase.

I told you before that I have a special someone to talk about? The events of last two days are what I’d love to describe as a “Close encounter with a potential stalker” - She cleverly lays her web like a skilled black widow, each message that I receive has been pre-thought and well prepared. There are alot of meanings and emotions underlining every single word. She is able to predict what I’ll respond with and is even able to counter respond to what I’m thinking in my head.

Her beauty is her greatest weapon, I’m unable to find mistakes in the way she talks, walks or even looks at me. When I look into her eyes, I know the reason why I am alive And why the world seems so beautiful. My heart never listens to the call of reality and the work that I’ve committed myself to-

All of these could be the effect of the venom she has pumped into my veins. I’m unable to deal with her ego, I’m unable to counteract to the effects on my mind when I get messages like “I like you so much that if I don’t speak to you once a day, it makes me feel as if my day is incomplete” - She is starting to control me, making me a puppet, leaving me deadlines and ultimatums.

I live my life by one single rule.

• there are no rules.

I do not like to be put under pressure. Not by my parents, not by my best friends, not by my sister , my gang or by my teachers. Never will I surrender to someone’s strings. & Especially never to a person who I have met only for less than a month. Its already starting to drain me of my energy; I do not like constrains. I’m one of the most easy going, party loving persons I’ve ever had the misfortune to meet. I’m the most irresponsible spoiled brat ever! I’d have to appreciate her talents if she is ever to control me completely. I’ve even started to write Obscure Love Poems about her. The way she got out of controll yesterday has pushed me a final conclusion; Never Trust Girls. Never revel what you have in your mind. Never ever, EVER disclose your deepest darkest secrets. Each word you slip will be used against you. I know the hurt, believe me. I do not wish to put my entire life on the internet, I better put a lid on myself.

I’m falling in something unknown and scary; I ask the question myself repeatedly but I repeat in my heart, she is just a friend.

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