There’s gotta be a half-decent reason why you’re not speaking to me.
Over and over, day after day I write down these thoughts and hearings to make sure I’m at least one tick less crazy.
And I give you access to this, access to myself and you refuse to use it, so there must be a damn good reason, and to that point, a damn good reason why the voices say you’d go to all the lengths just to avoid my shallow breath, half the way across the world.
Voices keep saying you’d be a lesbian before you’d get near me with a 10 foot pole.
Fine, have it your way! Not that I am saying I believe them but with the way you’ve treated me up to this point I might as well, that is almost the veritable truth!
Goddamn.