Crap, I think I’m addicted to having people fall in love with me.

What’s the point in all of that when love is already there?

I mean because I know I’m not addicted to any heartbreaking.

Something is still (always) wrong with me.

Crap, I forgot about the perhaps never “next” times to even get to think twice about.  Thinking things over once, twice, even three times isn’t enough anymore.  I need mental help and lots of it.

Except for those few instances, every consequence we must endure is entirely up to our own doing.  One day I’ll hopefully at least consider thinking twice, due to the rest of you that talk your talk.

There ain’t nothin free about getting freedom.

I think I’ve killed my body already.  Man that was quick run living inside such a cage.

I need to live alone.

How do I uncloud my judgement?

I know when it’s coming.

Is there some sort of variety mixed therapy.

As in an “addict’s anonymous”,
for the all around abusers? 

I’m addicted to misery, denial, various substances, “love-danger.”
Where’s my recovery group? 

I can’t take one thing in this life with any inkling of moderation.
I wonder if this requires any sort of rectification.
I’m not so sure anymore. 

does or will anyone ever know the you before them? 

should they even want that knowledge?

how deep should it get?