"The Only Exception"

---I love Paramore---

I love talking you, but you know that. Maybe it's lack of sleep, or maybe something's wrong with me, but when I got off the phone today, I cried. I cried and cried and couldn't make myself stop. It's not because I'm sad, at least, I don't think that I am, I just don't know what I feel. It's so screwed up, right? You're not even real. You're not even freakin' real. Could it be my hormonal imbalance? My insanity hitting in just another way? I'm really tired, maybe that's it? I don't know. All I know is that for the last few weeks, I can't get enough of you, and tonight, for no reason, you've made me cry. I'd never tell you this though, because neither of us are that kind of people. I know that I'm not. I KNOW that I'm not. And neither are you. You're not perfect. But I forget that so often. Deen says that there are bunches of guys like you around here who ARE real and actually attainable, and she's right. But they're not you. And they haven't made me cry.

Guys are only worth the length of their dick.
I'm cold.
I don't feel.
No one there can be real.
I'm just a realist.
It's pointless bcuz it could never happen.
I'd never let myself get so wrapped up in one person.
I get bored way too easily.
It could never exist.
I CAN'T feel.

but you complicate things.

You are the only exception.