Tipping the Scales of 1-10.
Edward Norton, AV Club Interview
My attraction to you fluctuates like an uneasy period. Sometimes I like you, sometimes I really don't, and most of the times, you are just smoothly sitting at the back of my head slapping my small, inner self every time I am attracted to some other ho.
And if you are a variable, then I am pretty sure that somewhere in the equation there must be at least one constant. And if the constant is what I think it is (in fact, I am highly, and acutely aware, but I prefer denial to crying, so yeah), I am in FUCKING DEEP SHIT. Not shit like "getting whipped", or "twisting an ankle", but shit like "BOOOOYAHHHHHH!".
Yeah, scouring over ape-shit -that keeps you up all night thinking, and throws you into an exhausting frenzy- is fun, and comforting. Likewise, sarcasm is comforting when you know you are in denial, but would like to kiss your own ass (and subsequently, have fun) without bending over.
So 9 upon 10, I think I am crazy. But the 1 that I think I am not, is reserved for the girl who is seriously working her baby brain hard; so hard that maybe the truth will eventually rise up from the layers of... ambivalent, arsenic fluff that she has inevitably created.
