I feel so close to a breakthrough,

and no.

Don't ask "what?"


It's nothing I can explain. It's like the pain you feel after you've been kicked on the stomach.


It's just a little pain.

Just a little poke in the side of your rib that tells you your not dead, but not really breathing yet either.





I am paranoid and jealous and dementiated. I am like a fire hydrant whose water has all been used.




I just want a little peace, but mostly all I want to say is



























































Love me, please?