Oh these little rejections how they add up quickly, one small sideways look and I feel so ungood. Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make me feel the way I thought only my father could.

My own approach has always been to push intense emotions down and attempt to deal with them later.

The joke that you laid in the bed that was me.

Every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back, I hope you feel it.

Why are you so petrified of silence, here can you handle this? Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines or when you think you're gonna die? Or did you long for the next distraction.

My greatest environments in which I can grow, or grow up, is in personal romantic relationships with a man.

Peace of mind for five minutes, that's what I crave.