Love is my Drug

I fell for it again. Except that this time I know where I stand. Love hurts. But there is comfort in being intoxicated by talking to her. I'm like a drug addict. Keep injecting toxic into my blood stream even though I know it will kill me one day. Why? I dont know, maybe that is what addicts feel. The comfort and release while in a state of estacy. Sure it cannot last and you'll be back for more. So in the same way I put my heart into yet another roller coaster ride. Except this time, exam and submissions are near. Will I crash?