I don't like what's about to come out.
I can't stop it. I'm becoming the very thing I tried to prevent.
Oh God please help me. I don't know how much longer it will take.
To all who mean a lot to me, please try to understand. To the rest, it's nothing personal.
The hardest road is just around the corner.
If I withdraw, give me space. If I malfunction, give me time. If I implode, give me silence.
I have probably hurt some already. I'm sorry. I've probably disappointed some. I'm sorry.
I've probably offended some. I'm sorry.
My loneliness is my cup to bear. Please don't try to drink it for me.
My angels and demons are unleashing.
