crisis mode and on the brink

didnt do a fucking thing

subsequently ending up checking into rehab for about a week then split prematurely because it wasn't...

doing a fucking thing

now I've resigned to just not do the things (externally) that are making my bad situation (upstairs) even worse

I'm knuckling up and girding my loins sorta speak

facing the boogey man under my bed, hiding in the shadows, in my mirror etc

figured I'd stop running and looking for crutches, and just stare that motherfucker square in the eyes until one of us breaks

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The ULTIMATE negation of everything.

The space between despair and orgasm is hard to fill ~ Maron