Sometimes I Get Scared That I’m Going

When You're Just Open But Not Honest, Then You Start Free-associating Garbage.

I Can't Describe It In Words, But I Can See It In My Head, Its Color, Its Light, Its Shapes, And I've Managed To Synthesize My Love For Myself By Way Of Many Different Reasonings And Processes, And I've Been Able To Really Synthesize My Own Satisfaction And Things That Do It For Me. They've Usually Been Self-taught, Self-instructed, Self-refined. So To Be With Anybody Else Has To Somewhat Lie In That Comfort Zone I've Created With Myself So Well.

I Can't Even Explain To You How Terrible That Feels, That I Equate Dating A Woman With Punishment, Shame, Guilt, Disappointment, Reproach, Reprimand, Persecution. It's A Nightmare.

Disappointment Has A Name, It's Heartbreak

Trying To Impress My Mother With Words Was One Of My Favourite Pursuits.