Sometimes I feel like I was built to be alone.
The joy I find within myself is... Strange.
She wants to get to know me and says she really likes me. Tacky, but the only place we can be to explore each other, in a car on a dark street after hours talking about our mothers.
The long waters with building a home and sexual references on the mind gives a fire to paralize my future further.
I'd love discuss and execute our emotional future in a business meeting but you would probably turn up late and unprapared with last years notes to find me brainstorming with clouds of thunder and sound, sampling your voice knowing full well I'll probably never hear a newly constructed centance from you again.
Ive never liked this... But possibly twistedly enjoyed it?
Depite this the insanity check is daily because I'd hate to be ok.
I know there's a way through this with me... But must ask you to play devils advocote and question if there's any point in doing so.
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