I’m sorry were having a fight when things bother me I go quiet I build things up inside, they maybe small - but because there held in so long they sit and turn my insides into a festering pit the smallest slight can then become a raging tornado an uncontrollable reaction that doesn’t fit the supposed crime and - even though I know all this at the moment I’m still mad a major disagreement because of all the little tiffs we never had
I think this kettle has had a good brewing in my intestinal wall it’s been stewing and now it’s come to the boil I’ll have to handle things better talk - about the niggling stuff or I’ll never handle a real patch of rough
I’m writing instead of talking to you digging my heels in, not answering your call refusing to scale this wall this wall that I’ve built maybe if I give it a little tilt an inch more - I can’t scale it yet it’s looming to large on my horizon I’m not ready to tear it down yet
I’m sorry *** I’m trying but - its taken years to build this wall and now its oh - so tall maybe it will mature and stoop fade into the background stop tying me in a loop