Giant prehistoric butterflies are gonna get me . . AHHH

I think I may starve to death. I have found myself listening to sappy love songs constantly. My mind wanders like an ant on safari, and the butterflies in my stomach won't let me eat. It has been a very long time since I have been aflicted with such a disease. If there is a cure now is the time to administer, while it is in the early stages. Any suggestions?