Now my cereal, it is warm

Every now and then I insist on digging some sort of grave for myself.
I allow my emotions to get the best of me and before I know it, I'm texting some *person* and dumping out the contents of my chest to them.
Why?
Well, I have no clue. And frankly, this is a habit that needs breaking because now I have some *person* thinking that I like them when the reality of it is, I kind of do. But at the same time I don't. Not one bit. Actually, this *person* could never handle a girl with her own mind who stands up for what she believes in.
And I don't know if I could handle a *person* who is so devoted to some fairytale book.

So that's that. And this *person* will be making a special appearance at my place of work tonight. When I start digging, I can never stop.