sometimes I wonder about myself
I'm not stupid.
just selfish.
I made a joke about being too much for someone to handle today, he fired back with a truth.
"You're too much for YOU to handle.'
I let myself get out of control.
a need for speed.
I love trouble.
just to see if I can pull it all back together.
how deep can I dig a hole and still be able to climb back out?
how can being self destructive feel so good?
stick with what you know, what you're good at.