Set Yourself On Fire.

"It's nothing but time & a face that you lose
I you chose to feel it but you I couldn't choose.
I'll write you a post card, I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love


LIVE THROUGH THIS & YOU WON'T LOOK BACK."

I don't have any real decisions to make. I think I'm just being ungrateful or is it for real. This is the chapter I never wanted to write. I want to tear out all the metaphorical pages and burn them. Everything feels tenfold. I need to be less melodramatic and a little more realistic. I get sick to my stomach thinking about how much I could hurt you. And I feel even worse for thinking about it. I will swallow everything I feel.