you don't have to live with me, and it's not right that I still end up looking at mold in pots and decanters. I can't live here I can't stay here I can't live here I can't stay here I can't function oh god I can't live here There' a problem. I need to tell you about it. I can't talk, I can't get any words around this. It's overwhelming. It' I can't.... function. It's not okay. I shouldn't... be here I can't put one word in fron of anothe.r A problem is mom. You..... there is a problem here. The problem -IS- that I can't actually say anything. And you deny that anything is occurring because I'm not saying anything. You have no idea how frustrated I am with you, and that's your fault, because I tried to tell you. Either you think there's no right I have to -do- anything about frustration with you, or there is. If the former, then denying constantly that I am frustrated with you is the most self-serving insidious emotional manipulation I'd never imagined. If the latter
As Kyle left the corner gas store, hands empty, his mind was not blank as usual. It was void, as the wind in the night air is not full. The darkness of late evening surrounded him - only 10:00 pm, but the nearest street light had blown out over a week ago, leaving only the outlines of grass and pavement, the color contrasts ingested by the pervading shade.
No, that's not right. Shadow is only no light, it has no body to engorge. Right?
Kyle liked the feeling. Of the shade. It shut out the sound of inconsequential things around him, focused his mind. The road was empty, only the hum of small engines somewhere far off, rubber supportin
you don't have to live with me, and it's not right that I still end up looking at mold in pots and decanters. I can't live here I can't stay here I can't live here I can't stay here I can't function oh god I can't live here There' a problem. I need to tell you about it. I can't talk, I can't get any words around this. It's overwhelming. It' I can't.... function. It's not okay. I shouldn't... be here I can't put one word in fron of anothe.r A problem is mom. You..... there is a problem here. The problem -IS- that I can't actually say anything. And you deny that anything is occurring because I'm not saying anything. You have no idea how frustrated I am with you, and that's your fault, because I tried to tell you. Either you think there's no right I have to -do- anything about frustration with you, or there is. If the former, then denying constantly that I am frustrated with you is the most self-serving insidious emotional manipulation I'd never imagined. If the latter
As Kyle left the corner gas store, hands empty, his mind was not blank as usual. It was void, as the wind in the night air is not full. The darkness of late evening surrounded him - only 10:00 pm, but the nearest street light had blown out over a week ago, leaving only the outlines of grass and pavement, the color contrasts ingested by the pervading shade.
No, that's not right. Shadow is only no light, it has no body to engorge. Right?
Kyle liked the feeling. Of the shade. It shut out the sound of inconsequential things around him, focused his mind. The road was empty, only the hum of small engines somewhere far off, rubber supportin