The point was never to steal you or have you all to myself. Or was it?
My insides are bad. Rotten.
I'm listening to that angry music. It's good for the soul.
I wonder at least once a day if I'm a bad person.
I still don't know.
"I'm the most jealous person I know. I just can't let go."
I thought I was better, more at peace with myself,
but really
I guess it only takes the right words, the right buttons, to get me going.
Up and down.
Up
and
down.
