u/Physical-Patient-180

She is girly;

Like, genuine old school feminine...

Not this 'alt/new-wave', covert-agro feminazi bullshit...

And thus:

-She doesn't try to 'become my problem'

-She doesn't try to constantly keep my ego in check; (never understood this)

-She doesn't generalize me

-She doesn't farm for advice from other insecure women to make a bad decisions or thoughts become falsely rational or unilaterally reasonable

-She doesn't treat me like a burden or a mistake while also demanding the world from me

-She accepts when she makes mistakes, even if she doesn't want to

-She holds me accountable, even if it's inconvenient for both of us

-She spoils me in ways that I like, not in the ways to force me to accept something I don't want

-She gives me what I want, and tells me what she wants

-She can admit when she doesn't know what she is doing or what she actually wants

-She doesn't punish or blame me for when she doesn't know or can't decide

-She allows me to be in charge when she isn't able to take the lead or do something for her self

-She trusts me when I am in charge

-She is a well rounded and well educated woman, and a total freak in the bedroom, her bedroom noises are fucking lit...

-I immediately feel when she is upset or hurt as if it is happening to myself

-I don't embrace being upset with her well; I just want to love her entirely

-I can't hold a grudge with her

- I understand her honest mistakes when she makes them

-She is forgiving when I mess up too

-She is a hard worker

-She looks at me like I am her world

-She is my world

Not only did I lose work...

I was hospitalized for a week or more,

I made attempts to kill myself;

I wasn't able to even show up for the group therapy to help me cope with my feelings about it...

I lost my drive to write or play games or make artwork;

I lost my outlets and abilities to be social and make or keep healthy friends.

It became impossible to trust people.

Or believe they didn't somehow have some connection to you.

That's what you did.

That's what my mom did.

That's what my exes did.

That's what my former friends did.

That wasn't some type of helpful intervention.

It was a crucifixion for entertainment.

At the time where I should be allowed to live my best life because I made it past the worst of you and your actions...

I have to relive all my trauma with all of you .

Because that shits funny, right?

I saw this coming from a hot minute away.

From over a year ago.

So we ran it out my way....

I am sure you all got more than you expected...

I never let anything like this just be easy.

Never have.

I don't expect I ever will.

Lessons,

...

Right.

I guess leave me the fuck alone and let me live my fucking life?

Let the past go?

I clearly had to alot.

I shouldn't have to suffer for your dubious inability to move forward.

I shouldn't have to pay because you are vindictive and not able to stop replaying your own worst playlists ...

It's not my fault I'm one of your shitty decisions;

It's our fault;

Trust me,

It's almost always mutual.

There's nothing victim-based about the truth coming out later;

You don't get to call it a lie because you didn't like it.

The 'truth' is rarely satisfying...

It's not my responsibility to make your shitty memories more palpable or desired...

It's not my responsibility to stay even when it's clear I should leave and be allowed to leave ...

After you ask me to leave;

I don't need to give you whatever you're looking for, hot or cold, distance or proximity, answers or validations, when you want it or perceive that you need it;

I don't have to leave or lose things that I paid for or earned fairly in the relationship, because you asked me to leave, and I listened...

It's not my job to mend your heart after you pulverized mine and then lit it on fire ...

It wasn't my job to raise my mother as a child;

It wasn't my job to be the scapegoat constantly for my brother;

It wasn't my job to be beaten, raped, starved, or locked in a basement either.

It was never my job to protect my brother while he felt free to stab me in the back however he pleased...

It was never my job to defend my mother's shitty parenting dynamic ...

It was never my job to look for affection in any one of you;

But I sure as hell tried,

Way more than I should have,

The only fucking problem any of you have or had,

Is that I'm done doing more for you while you bitch and victim role me, and do less or next to nothing for me, while insisting I am the problem...

Yeah that day is over.

So is huddling in dark corners behind my back looking for ways to ruin my life or get me fired from my work?

Now I know you are all not thinking clearly;

Or severely underestimating me.

I know other people don't want to join into the shit-circus...

But if I catch you here;

It's because you wanted a ticket and a seat,

Remember that.

Don't be so sure about how I'm gonna turn out ....

I would be more fucking worried about yourselves.

Don't *bleep* themselves...

They try to *actually*,

Like you know,

Be funny?

Fuck you.

You fucking yeast-encrusted-bitch;

You, were NOT a "diamond-in-the-rough",

You smelled like the Panko-Shrimp,

At Red Lobster.

Fucking you wasn't a "whole-new-world either";

[But it smelled like the shit]...

(Hey!, oh!, ow bitches! Down, Calm Down!)

Fucking you hurt my sense of (social);

Securrrity...

Like, "...how was I gonna fix this before me and my dawgs hit true retirement?"...

Like bitch,

[You were ruining a niggas tenure over here]...

Never seen so many white bitches;

Mad that had I left,

Because of you,

Bitch was gonna fuck around;

And cause a (completely-dick-less insurrection)....

That's when a bunch of coked up, "bisexual" lesbians try to get you high and beat you up because she finally promised if they did...

That she would use Summer's Eve for 'the first time'....

This is the kinda deviant shit America has been giving a fuckin green card to for fucking decades...

We wanna turn around and say, "white women are the fucking problem"...

That's where I have to counter that 'white-dick' is the problem....

Because niggas,

Let's be honest,

If these mother-fuckers was doing it right;

" 'We' "....

Would've never been fucking involved, [AT ALL]?

Like,

What kind of fucking hybrid (audible introduction) is this...

"Fuck by Counting"...?

I haven't been this/that stressed-out since the natural blond-haired, blue-eyed slut I dated in highschool,

I call her the [former], 'berlin wall'...

She was tall,

Skinny,

Expensive and costly as fuck;

(Always had a knack for letting the wrong niggas through ...);

In retrospect pointless...

Now I just fondly remember that she was one of the most stable of hoes;

Until that bitch got a C-section ...

'That's when she totally "lost it" '....

Thank you everyone, goodnight!

-Rawket

Clocked it ...

"...Here eyes were green...."

Btw ...

-Cheers

P.S. - Oh yeah, I snapped it.

After late brunch....

Two Cadillac margs....

Two gold chains (braided)...

A cigar and a Martini....

MANY cards and more of the same cigar...

That both lasts for apparently forever;

Then a sex store ...

Then a strip club;

Then a hotel ...

- Happy Penis Day!

P.S.- I LOVE MY WIFE!!!

My mother was awful;

She still is ...

Especially around holidays;

OCD hyper fixated on professional optics...

Everything had to be how she planned it,

Her execution,

Even if she had no fucking idea and it was her first time;

Hated following instructions;

At least around her kids;

Every holiday was her holiday and revolved around her;

Even my birthday,

Was carefully audited and curated by her;

Even any gift I had ever asked for;

Audited and curated;

And the suggestion for a specific present or outcome noted and filed;

But ultimately interpreted and improved upon....

" I know you asked for this, but I thought this would be so much better.... And look at the new outfits I got you..."

Every fucking year I said I dont want clothes on holidays so she would maybe actually let me buy school clothes in my size that I wanted, instead of setting my younger brother up for hand me downs and buying all his shit designer brand while I'm sitting right there and you're pick me box general shit two or three sizes larger than me like my emaciated, starvation stricken, borderline eating disordered body's ever going to fit these clothes?

"No but you're brother will next year ... "

To this day he never has,

He never got bigger than me;

He never got bad enough to whoop my ass like you promised.

I made sure of that.

I couldn't even pick my own birthday cake as a kid...

My first real high school GF did that for me for the first time;

A spiderman cake....

I never to this day got a gift I wanted from my mother,

Without her trying to guilt it, ruin it, or force me to accept it in some elaborate and humiliating and embarrassing way;

Or without an audience to prove she is a good mom....

Or without trying to offer it and then take it away....

Or not without severely punishing me for the fact that she over spoke or over offered something in kindness publicly she doesn't believe I deserve privately...

The biggest insult growing throughout all of this was to my intelligence, because she thought I wasn't aware or aloof because of my TBIs that she contributed to being inflicted on me, no, I just got sick of arguing and being punished further...

No more of my cars getting randomly damaged/vandalized/totalled;

No more attempts to kidnap my fucking dog.

No more mysterious bug infestations randomly occuring...

No more randomly itchy portions of the bed...

No more random shit-attacks for my dog.

No more harassing and back-stabbing my wife.

No more gang-stalking circle-jerks.

No more cyber-bullying.

No more death-whistle.

No more not doing dishes;

No more not taking showers;

No more refusing chores;

No more making fun of mom's relationship,

No more calling mom ugly;

Or making fun of her physical features

And if I find out you're conditioning my Step-son to further polarize him against his mother.

I'm gonna try my very best to fuck you up in every sense of the term that you metaphorically, and maybe even physically can imagine.

She's going to be free from your bullshit.

Whether you like it or not.

She get's a fucking break and relief/release.

Write about it, cry about it, bitch at me from a safely removed space and throw popcorn like a pussy. I don't fucking care.

You guys won't control her anymore.

And he's not going to learn to devalue his own mother that way.

He's not going to become someone like that.

She doesn't deserve to be treated the way she has by any of you.

Especially not after everything she has achieved, and experienced.

Way to end the cycle, (you fucking narcissistic jackasses).

Some people really need to get their priorities straight.

Don't even get me started on how someone my age is explaining shit like this to basically self-infantalizing people almost old enough to be grandparents.

I'm going to protect her and him,

This is doing both and teaching even more to the rest of you.

Learn to love and live properly;

Or love and live from afar....

That's the bit;

Kindly fuck off ;)

You can read that again.

-Tailights

P.S.- This is no way assures in any portion someone elses personal identity or any type of physical violence against someone... Since there confusion before; alot of this article is conditionally phrases for those who suck at reading English....

That fuckin loves me!

For real!

She must've been watching my mom;

Starving me...

Harming me...

Scarring me...

And scooped me up under her wing;

And said, "let's feed you something"...

To have more than nine lives,

Is no easy thing,

To manifest love in life;

Fast cars,

Motorbikes,

Real Estate,

Not too overpriced,

Any toy a boy might like;

She's 'mhommhee wharbhux' to me...

She doesn't suspend me in greed;

She doesn't upend me for wants,

Or ever even my needs,

Socially,

Economically;

Sometimes I feel her reach into others;

Just to fuck with me sexually;

She knows I'm married,

And keeps it light and flirty,

She introduced my wife to me!

And still she gives me looks that lurks,

Looks that would strip a turkey...

It never hurts.

She blows a kiss;

I go 'pro-nerdy'...

She smells like the leaves on the ground,

She reminds me of Gramma;

And bad country grammar,

She gently sings in my ear...

As she caresses my fears...

"...All the leaves are brown..."

My heel starts to tap;

As I scratch on my chin;

A grin stained with sin;

The foam crossed my lip;

That dark and morose;

Half-hearted skip;

With a tip of my glass,

Some liberal thrusts of hip,

The shades drop for a tic,

Eyes flash with a smile,

Lights bright,

It's a disco-teche;

The play pulls you in ...

The beams endless spin;

The gleam in my glance,

It doesn't take long,

I don't ask to dance...

You prance at the chance;

It's passion for more;

Till I plant a kiss,

Then blood sprays across the floor;

Your scream a high shrill;

I spin,

Pure bliss ...

Same old grin;

Thrust a hip...

And sniff blissful hints;

Of pheromones mixed...

Of thickly affixed and afflicted ...

Ecstacy pill,

Off a girl (I'll call Jill);

I jump for her throat;

Half-bathing in gore;

Half-filling my gullet;

Half-Howling,

Half-begging,

Half-Whining for more...

Security guards screaming and running for doors;

Body parts, limbs, and organs...

Flying and torn, shorn, ripped and broken...

The smell of her ear might make a great token;

As I maul and slash;

Claw and gash;

All spinning and 3-steps galore...

Intricate arcs of life and death on the floor.

Yussss....

Call out your own fat and stupid-ass obese self...

I dont acknowledge you;

You'll have to take a hint...

Because you're a crazy bitch who can't let things go;

Did something hit you in the head harder than I got hit?

You and your family are fucking worthless;

All that fake class and pinache...

You're a bunch of slave-minded; culturally white-washed hippies; trying everything to resolve rape trauma, except without acknowledging and accepting your own accountabilities and neglect that occurred...

You're mother left you all in a neglectful situation with a bad family member...

That's why you're brother is attracted too sociopathic white bitches;

I had the same problem;

It's why you got raped by your uncle or cousin or whoever your mother was probably helping to shuffle money or drugs or both through local jails/prisons;

While carrying a totally flipped home-life persona;

Instead by shoveling that responsibility onto other men;

To either pay for y'alls mistakes;

Or help heal/fix them?

Utterly bafoonery;

Complete ridiculousness....

Absolute irrational and fantastical delusions;

And your mother is supposed to specialize in psychology and psychoactive research?

No this bitch likes to pretend she is black to culture ride and make obtuse excuses for her connections to both the ethically questionable pharmaceutical industry, and morally questionable connections to street drugs like coke;

She fucking ruined your brother;

You all rode him like a fucking dog...

No respect for men;

And it shows and continues...

I think you are fat and socially/sexually gross;

But you shot for that...

Good shooting, wasn't hard to convince me;

You're a fat POS and you suck...

Of all the things you devoted yourself to;

You chose this?

Gawd, you really are a fucking waste of precious resources...

Whatever you chose to make me hate your stupid lard filled, swiss cheesed brain...

Have your brother/mom ferry some more coke around you.

You're not being emotionally, chemically, and socially poisoned from all angles...

I would stop being so concerned with my life;

And more worried about when your mom's gonna cash you two in as collateral to escape her dirty past?

Because that's all you both are now to her,

Loose ends.

Take it from a kid who actually paid attention to all of our parents;

Take it from the oldest one who actually remembers how fucked up they all were right around before Y2K hit ....

They're no good models for behavior;

Sorry to break it to you;

Our mothers were trash;

Don't let them poison you like you and them poisoned me....

Don't let how they try to scare you;

Manipulate you with fear.

It's your choice whether to let the fear go.

It's your choice to take responsibility for your own life after you confront your lifetime hurt or pain;

But something tells me I'm not your life's greatest mistake, loss, or failure....

It was before me.

You need to be brave and confront your mother and family;

Stop placing this blame on me.

Stop taking the easy way out.

The person I loved and that I was friends with;

She would have understood;

I might keep the heavy armour;

But my core didn't change;

Your's clearly did....

Not mentioning you had an active STI and blaming me for it...

Making up lies about having a child with someone that you don't (myself) to keep them from being able to have successful or quality future relationships;

Trying to lure them into hostile situations with other men...

Accusing the other person of what you were doing so as to bait them further;

Cyberstalking and gang-stalking...

Sound device torture;

Sleep deprivation torture...

You hate yourself;

And you hate everyone and everything else;

Because you are angry you are neurochemically fucked....

You probably have a few disorders and chemical imbalances besides the ones youve admitted to;

You've done this to at least three other men.

You thought you had your plan so well patterned and planned...

You started divulging little tidbits with me to make it even more enjoyable for yourself.

It's hard to completely understand;

I've never wanted to try and get someone to have homicidal feelings for me,

Because I'm too much of a coward to want to actually try and end my own life...

It's hard to theorize that completely or virtually put myself in that headspace;

I couldn't imagine someone I loved so wholeheartedly,

Selecting me and trying to groom me for that...

The levels of emotional and mental abuse;

The types of core misunderstandings and depravity that you have to possess for the type of things you put us through...

The things you would say just to immediately turn a positive moment,

Into a hurtful and painful one,

Happiness at a certain point was a focus of control for you.

It clearly still is.

Nobody wants to fucking watch you or follow you around any more than just to ensure you are staying out of their lives ...

All fucking three of you;

Nobody is obsessed;

Nobody is fucking looking...

Besides you three trying to cover tracks;

And shift narratives;

Deviants who don't want to get better or heal....

Almost always experience their own canon moment in exchange/return...

Trust me, I've already had a few;

That's why I don't act like any of you;

Overly privileged and spoiled...

No idea what a real struggle is,

Just conditioned poorly;

Badly trained,

Just like how I used to be.

I don't respect you,

I don't miss you,

I never loved you,

What we all shared together was sickness,

And disease.

Stop stalking me,

Stop bugging my shit,

I don't fucking need or want you.

You can be vindictive and spiteful all day.

I've already begun to file the reports.

You didn't have to do this shit,

Not with my family or my exes of all people.

I would say you should feel ashamed;

But I understand already that is how you almost always feel, and anger;

And you just don't want to feel it all alone by yourself;

Because you are ultimately terrified of being and feeling alone;

Vicariously viewing others you've loved by spying on them is a delusionally false comfort.

I'm not the crazy one here.

That's def you.

[Sorry 😐]

Your harassment of me and framing of the scenario lost me time, money, opportunities for employment, housing advantages as a veteran. I stayed resilient and was doing everything in my power to remain successful and on a good path. Then I was directed to discover what you were doing to me online, with other people I've known or know, and possibly even members of my own family, in secret, intentionally to further slander me and ruin my character, sense of self. Mostly I decided to expose you equally; because of you psychologically torturing me... I've got more screenshots and proof than I would need of you stalking me, harassing me, cyberbullying and gang-stalking me, as well as you trying to elicit certain responses from me, either through multiple accounts or people acting in your interest... Three separate phones; Clouds and clouds of data ... I don't let someone like you push me around and just get away with it. Trust me; the damage will be mutually assured... You're not fucking with me anymore; I haven't been interested in you since this started; Only in making sure you either quit, Or life gets just as hard for you... Live with it. That's what you made me do.

I'll drop a lyrical cluster bomb...

On these busted wack dusters;

My dick is like a swiffer;

Knock the cobwebs off,

Then drag you down under

Your own house pool;

Where you can only scream bubbles,

Not your average Tool;

Just a mother-fucker....

I'll make you sniff the bigger picture;

While my fractured personalities huddle and conspire...

(We're not easily fooled...)

But more like a cluster... Well, fuck...

These clucks are fingerlicking,

I'm CHUCK!

These ducks are easy pickings...

Fingerling, I'm lingering,

Like the fucking cranberries,

Like Damn, Barry;

You're gay ass homie Steve is not scary...

To knock that down?

I'm not that wary;

To knock you out?

Bitch I won't tarry...

Blow up like Semtex when you test the flex.

Some people want fame and pleasure;

I just want a pound of flesh...

So I can heat and eat it,

After I beat it and apply more pressure ;)

P.S.- imagine a rough but calm hugh jackman impersonation....

And sorry I guess for the fact that so many of your wives, daughters, and exes still can't get over me for some strange reason ;)

Being a ladies man isn't all whoring and cuddles ...

Especially after getting married and taking yourself off the market.

So stop being so angry;

The ladies man is officially retired.

I'm like the rest of you losers now,

Except the fact your wives, daughters and exes still can't seem to get over me.

Shoulda heard some of the shit these girls can talk about you fellas ...

That's why I don't get insecure over some jealous female that you know trying to smear and wreck my life,

Or some similar thing from a petty man in hers...

I know it's all shade.

And I'm just lounging in it ;)

Stay cool...

They say it's gonna be a scorcher...

Hot husband + wife summer ;)

Coming in fast...

If you don't get it at this juncture 👉🏾 👈🏾... I understand you are all unpaid hookers; Without 'certified hooker' licenses or 'prostitute vouchers'... I've known this for 'a while'. Lol. But hookers are depersonalized; How to hurt a thing with no personality or true center of self/core feelings? How to damage something that is completely detached or derealized? (Go for what it loves,) [Or for what it emulates;] (Go for what it hopes for...) What was your goal again? Yeah, that shit was immediately out of the window... And everything before and after that; Because you're a shitty prostitute. Out of all the women who were shit at communicating; (Eat the cake), Bitch ;) Oh yeah, say hi to my mom for me ;) Something gives me the feeling you guys talk and you might not even know it...

;Ciao-Bellas! (The cheap Kristen-Stewart type)

[With a fake pepe style love that only you know exists ...]

- the 'top fox', or the 'fox on top';

['Quid-pro-no-bone-oh' if you are latin, 'never cared' if you're American]

P.S.- I clearly wasn't tied up like you thought, or roped like the rest of you imagined...

Your vindictive bullshit,

Propelled me forward.

I'm going to do a lot of what you rudely suggested;

But with my female wife...

You're the first time I actually regret lowering my physical standards.

TBH,

Besides K being a drunken lard ass and T looking like she got hit by a fucking truck (until we fixed her teeth);

You're the most out of shape,

Least attractive person,

I have ever dated.

I took a shot with you because you had a sense of humor and nice boobs...

(And a low lying cervix, which made shit kinda interesting/mildly entertaining listening to you get punched in the stomach by my dick whilst barely moving on it)...

Everything else about you is garbage though.

Can't see the forest beyond the leaves...

The funny part is you actually think people buy into or play into your shitty little fantasies about yourself;

Nobodies actually in a corner crying somewhere over you...

(But you liked the sound of it right?)

See? That's your fucked up ego needing to believe I actually fucking wanted or needed you like that...

There's no shitty Heath Ledger ending to your fucked off, never ending spiral, that you try to make into a sitcom, but everyone else knows is just your shitty life...

I've never borrowed money from anyone to go on vacation,

I marvel at the idea someone elses husband actually uses you to cheat on their wife ...

(But then I saw their wife... confusion resolved)

Retirement is going to be nice.

I would say I wish you were there;

But we already know how you feel about ball gags, crotchless leather/nylon/latex adornments, and intricately tied bundles/ lengths of rope....

Who needs a whip or a choke-chain, when you've got an imagination like mine?

You wanted suspense;

Wasn't it thrilling?

You wanted obsession,

I played Hitchcock for you...

You wanted twisted devotion;

I got my groove back,

Secret trick?

Never lost it.

Not waiting to exhale, eat, pray, or love...

I never lost my faith or stopped caring for myself.

The truth is you felt devalued by men in your life;

You thought they achieved value transactionally by leaving you feeling devalued (transference/projection)...

You thought you would try it on and target men that fit your bias this way...

Did it soothe your ego?

Did devaluing them ever raise your value or make up for you becoming fat and ugly inside and out?

Which one is it yet?

Dorah or Bob?

Did the overalls/suspenders ever help you fucking decide?

or are you still in 'discovery mode'?

Do you feel better about your broken vagina problems?

Or your toxic closeted lesbian problems?

I know... I'm just getting my last digs in...

-Your Brother/friend in Christ (Jesus)

P.S.- this is what I meant when I told you never make a writer fall in love with you, and if you do, you'd better be damn sure that writer isn't also a famous artist...

Because that is in essence; the dark side of fame (infamy)....

No more of my cars getting randomly damaged/vandalized/totalled;

No more attempts to kidnap my fucking dog.

No more mysterious bug infestations randomly occuring...

No more randomly itchy portions of the bed...

No more random shit-attacks for my dog.

No more harassing and back-stabbing my wife.

No more gang-stalking circle-jerks.

No more cyber-bullying.

No more death-whistle.

No more not doing dishes;

No more not taking showers;

No more refusing chores;

No more making fun of mom's relationship,

No more calling mom ugly;

Or making fun of her physical features

And if I find out you're conditioning my Step-son to further polarize him against his mother.

I'm gonna try my very best to fuck you up in every sense of the term that you metaphorically, and maybe even physically can imagine.

She's going to be free from your bullshit.

Whether you like it or not.

She get's a fucking break and relief/release.

Write about it, cry about it, bitch at me from a safely removed space and throw popcorn like a pussy. I don't fucking care.

You guys won't control her anymore.

And he's not going to learn to devalue his own mother that way.

He's not going to become someone like that.

She doesn't deserve to be treated the way she has by any of you.

Especially not after everything she has achieved, and experienced.

Way to end the cycle, (you fucking narcissistic jackasses).

Some people really need to get their priorities straight.

Don't even get me started on how someone my age is explaining shit like this to basically self-infantalizing people almost old enough to be grandparents.

I'm going to protect her and him,

This is doing both and teaching even more to the rest of you.

Learn to love and live properly;

Or love and live from afar....

That's the bit;

Kindly fuck off ;)

You can read that again.

-Tailights

You can't buy 'this'...

Definitely 'you' never could (oops),

At least, 'sweetheart'...

[But the shit ain't 'free' neither] ;)

I don't have 'flags';

I have fucking standards,

That's the difference

You should work on your 'confidence game' some more.

'Flipping the script' is so tragically 90's...

And I thought I was a geek.

Stop 'looking sideways' and raise 'your own bar' please ...

I don't stoop,

I fade out.

You can read that again.

-Taillights

Because it is ironic;

I've always been more than clever...

But I still don't acknowledge any of you directly;

I guess I'm just not willing to anymore,

(Something about not caring or it mattering).

I'll give you a hint,

I found a new place.

It was always there;

Any of you would probably laugh,

Because it is totally me,

But a new me,

Old me would've thought it was lame.

Lame has been nicer lately.

Lame has been quiet.

Lame has been peaceful and better for my heart.

If you are new to my life;

This change,

(as well as recent ones);

Is even more strange.

I actually don't like going that fast.

Or living that loudly anymore.

I used to like going fast,

Alot.

It's truly about time to slow down;

And let things be quiet;

Sorry you can't/won't understand.

Best of luck,

Godspeed.

-Dust

P.S.- the path you travel is long, if the love you leave is blind, love is not meant to be blind, love is not meant to be eyes closed... Love is meant to be eyes wide open, if you miss that, then you miss the point, then the burden is heavy, and you'll never understand why you choose to exhaust yourselves, or do nothing.

Cheers.