will you save me?

If you don't.

will anybody else?

We met, we talked, we cried, again.

Are we making progress?

Maybe... It's far too early to tell...

You know what I think?

Life sucks.

Okay, that's a lie. It wasn't really all that surprising. 'Doomed to fail.' As I would call it, but perhaps I am being too harsh.

But then again, maybe not.

My head hurts.

And you also know what I've discovered? I drink a large amount of water when I'm upset, and I also pee a lot. Funky huh?

You know what's annoying. Assuming you have it all. This always happens.

Never ASSUME.

You make an ass out of me and... Well, really just me.

I guess it's more of my deep rooted fear once again rising and biting me in the ass, hard, with those sharp-as-hell fangs that cut into skin and bone. It really isn't the content of it or what happened, but its more the aftermath.

I fear the aftermath.

Should I spread such fear into the wide open internet where anyone can read it?

Perhaps that was my original intentions when I wrote this post.

Do you ever realize that self-analysis just lead to more self-confusion.

Never try it, you get no where.

Thinking is bad.

Thinking is really bad.

Thinking, is only for the strong.

And to be fair, I'm really not all that strong right now.

So this is my way of evading the inevitable.

Ranting,

and writing out every little thought that enters this teeny tiny head of mine.

I suppose its just; I'm so easy to please that whenever someone does a little more than the norm I jump up and down in joy.

What if I'm not good enough?

What if the reason I go through all I go through is because I am not good enough?

It's depressing and sad and insecure and stupid of me, I know.

But what was that quote again?

Once bitten, twice shy, and the third means you're a dumbass.

Or something along those lines.

But back to my original train of thought.

Fear.

Fear of what exactly you may ask?

My dear imaginative metaphorical friend that is the only reader of this lame blog.

Fear of losing.

And I always, always lose.