Just for the record: I'm not crazy. I'm very levelheaded. Very centered. Very aware. Very intelligent and direct. and maybe I intimidate you. and maybe you didn't expect that I would intimidate you. and so maybe it's easier for you to conclude that I'm crazy. But actually you're just immature. You're insecure. You're not sure you could handle me. and in that case, I'm glad you're keeping your distance. I can feel it. you can feel it. that sparkle and chill. it's electric. but I get it.
and ultimately, despite our connection, I have no interest in men who can't handle me. I already know too well exactly how it ends. But just in case you were wondering, I'm not crazy. and I'm a very generous kindhearted faithful partner. Maybe you know that. Maybe it scares you. So I'll have to be satisfied with this small amount.
I'm living in the swing and sway of things right now. Feeling the downward falls, and searching for the brief moments of levity. It's a little hard for one person to mitigate the constant barrage of information coming from home. I've not always been so fragile. I will not always be so fragile. Right now though, I am most definitely and appropriately exhausted and a little less than stable. Maybe sometime you'll know what's happening, and then maybe you'll see that I'm actually handling things pretty well. The destruction of one's family, especially from the inside, is not so easily weathered my friend.
Maybe we'll still know each other when I'm back. Maybe then you'll be a little older, too.
