Writing about love and life so complicated when it shouldn't be that way. Feeling like the past has this death grip squeezing the life out of him. He was sorry but never forgiven. Not able to make those wrongs right. When he does better why is no one happy for him.
He's not a target when they come at him; why are they mad when he checks them for coming at him sour. He didn't let himself to anyone; most come at him with a vengeance once he checks them they are quick to play the victim. Years of holding it in time to let it out. All this burden weighing him down a distraction from the creative process.