OH JESUS FUCK HE PISSES ME OFF. And this, sadly, makes me even more attracted to him. Oh, Steven Dyer/Mr. President, why must you be the way you are? Intelligent, good-looking, angry and fucked up. You can talk up a storm with me and then be distant and stupid. I can't stand you and yet I want you horribly. We defy each other, are opposites. I let people in, you don't. It's been a long time and I'm just starting to scratch the surface of you. I want to be in, I've wanted to be in for months and months.

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you for being older and interesting and beautiful! Fuck you for being pissed off and fucked up! Fuck you for having three (four?) shrinks!

But you've admitted yourself that deep inside you've got a heart, you're fragile, and you're kind. I can see that, I've always seen that, but getting there is like picking through a wall with a needle.