Ever since he got arrested near the end of January, I've become engrossed in the world of Justin Bieber. And I have no idea why. At first it started out as a twisted, entertaining spectacle of possibly watching another child star spiral out of control, which led to catching up on what he's been up to for the past year and what kind of person he is anyway (since I never paid attention to him whatsoever beforehand). This weirdly turned into realizing how he's physically grown up since he came into the mainstream as a prepubescent pop tart, and has overtly sexualized himself to the throngs of hormonally raging young girls that follow his every move. And the scary fucking thing about this whole situation, is I started to like him. I started to listen to his songs, and watch videos on YouTube of him doing interviews, live concert clips, and really just any old random thing. I've become terrifyingly attracted to him. After wanting to just watch the smug little fucker check into rehab and end his career, I did a complete 180 and now listen to his music all the time, check his twitter and instagram accounts daily, and actually *root* for the kid. I secretly want to jump his bones so bad. I daydream constantly about bedding him and all the different ways I would and all the things I would let him do to me. I hate it, and I'm ashamed of it, and I can't tell anyone, but I want to talk to someone like a giddy little school girl about how dreamy he is and how much I love his voice and what it would be like to hang out with him or get to know him. I hate myself so much for letting myself, a fully grown adult woman, fall victim to his shitty music and terrible antics. When this all started I was confident that it would be a passing fancy that occupied my mind (and masturbatory habits) for a short while. Three and a half months later, I know every move he's made since he became famous, can sing along wholeheartedly to most of his songs, can tell you where he's been almost every other day since he got arrested, while I painfully crave meeting him in order to be so close to a man I want to sleep with so very, very badly.