I don't mind changing my disguse

I hate being ignored. Not nearly as much as most things in life, but it's up there with ways to piss me off quickly.

It shouldn't matter. It really shouldn't. I can't lash out at this person, because it isn't technically their fault. I demand a lot of attention at first sure, but the more readily you respond the less I'll come to you for attention. My interest in you won't necessarily fade, it'll just be less of necessity to force my personality down your throat. Maybe it's horrible, but I kind of don't care. I'm tried of having to neglect my wants, my needs, my homework in some cases, so someone else can have their Diva moment. I'm all for sharing the spotlight, but not if it costs me or if I do, in those rare instances, decline.

Maybe it is too much of a strain. I'm asking way too much of people. "Love me." "Feed me." Maybe I should shut up and crawl back into that morbid place of my mind. I certainly can't just unleash on the world so quickly...so easily...so by myself.

Give or take? Love or hate? Destroy or savour? I can't have both. Not like you can. No, I'm a person of extremes and it's either completely dominant or sickeningly submissive. You can't get moderation in the beginning with me. That takes effort my dear, and you haven't proven your worth. Everyone else, they're lucky if they get my attention once a week, much less a month. If you're new and I like you, you'd best pretend to love me, or I'll hurt you the only way I know how.

With a knife in your femoral artery of course.