If You Wrap Yourself In Daffodils I

I Think I'd Been Limiting Myself In Some Ways Just Writing In First Person All The Time.

Sometimes The World Seems Like A Big Hole. You Spend All Your Life Shouting Down It And All You Hear Are Echoes Of Some Idiot Yelling Nonsense Down A Hole.

There's People Who Think What They Need And What They Deserve In Their Lives Is A Lot Worse Than What They Actually Do, So They Get Themselves Involved In Things That Are Needlessly Painful: Brutal Relationships, Abusive Relationships.

I Think That, Often, The People Who Can Make You Happy Are Right There, And Having Them In Your Life Would Make Your Life Better, But You Can't See How To Do It.

I'm So Busy Trying To Breathe Through The Pain That I'm Breathing Through The Pain Of Being With People, And That Is No Way To Spend A Life. Eventually, They'll Just Go Away, Because You Will Make Them Sad. That's Something I've Proven Quite Adept At Doing Over The Years.