Oh my god
I said too much again
I took off my emotional armor
Under the guise I provided myself
Drowning in apathy and beer
This is why this is SUPPOSEDLY a bad idea
Stop now
Everything is at stake (haha)
Or you made that shit up for yourself just now.
You won't know until tomorrow
Or ten times tomorrow
People remember how you
Make them feel
While we obliviously accept the love we feel we deserve
And those who take from this well, drown sadly.
Quietly.
I became my own undoing
In a matter of seconds
A picture, a word and a heartfelt explanation.
Sure as shit left unsaid
God I hope I haven't sent this.