Mangle POV
Oh…oh dear…
I'm losing my mind again and I don't know why. It could just be life as usual, but I can't even think about that right now…
It's her. Chica. Whatever the reason, my twisted lust for attention, my desperate need to hear a voice outside of my own head, I can't expel her from my thoughts. Scott, I'm pathetic. Of course I would fixate on the first person ever to pay me the time of day. Such a loser.
But it doesn't change anything! I wanted her to stay, yet may as well have told her to F off. It would have been nicer to ignore her completely and now she'll probably never speak to me again.
…but I wish she would…
Damn it, stop doing that!
I need to take my mind off this, but what else is there to think about? My job? My friends? I have nothing. I guess that's why I want this so much.
…want what exactly? I don't know. I don't know much of anything. All I do know is I have to see her again, but I don't have the spine to approach her. I guess I'll make something up. In the meantime, it's just me and my aching soul to occupy my cavern of misery.