I am an over-thinker and an
over-feeler. Over-lover. Over-
needer. I would flood you. I
would drown your respectable
standoffishness. I don’t get over
things, but I get under them
well. I’d love you and you’d
soak me through. You couldn’t
handle me even if you wanted to.

Rebeka Anne, some people think I’m too much (via tout—est—triste)