Diver

I'mhaving a conflict of personality that I can't put into words, but what else is new.  Take the motorway.  Take the high line.  Get there faster.  Gained ourselves the world and all that.   Been gone for a minute.

I missed this.  I missed you and I just talking things out.  My heart break is deep running.   I've been huffing again.  Trying to deal with multiples of personality and failin.  Failing on a grand scale.  After the maths and all that.  Sad on another scale.  Purely disappointed.  It's gotten gross.  Grown gross.

On the cusp of making bad decision choices.  HAHA.  No there's nothing there.  I haven't been faking it.  Not at all.  I've been genuine.  I've been joying.  My heart has still been breaking, though.  Fragility. The man with the iron hands and the glass brain.  It's difficult.  The suppression.  The temptation to cash it all in.  To not bite the bait.

All I can promise any of us is that I will not turn in early.  Did that ever mean something?  It is so hard to quantify and I've always been so bad with math.  I don't want a second chance or another run at it.  If I had a second chance or a time machine I know I would fuck it up twice.

I've never been to Torrenby, but I hear it's nice this time of year.

I've been crying again.  I wish I knew why, but I don't.  It happens.  There's no punch to be thrown.  No real counter.Sometimes I just have to accept being broken and I'll never be okay with it.