Keep me away from him.

Emotionally, yes (Thank you) I am a bunch of spuare pegs and circular holes. I am frustrated and confused, and above all, I’m not sure why I don’t fit. I have anger, I’m a problem that I can’t solve? You know, but I’m not a geometry equation. I’m not only this, I’ve got dirty hands, but the rest of my body, it’s pretty clean.

One time, Jenn, we were driving in a car, and I went crazy. I went through a lot of bad equation problems with you, a lot of explosions and melt downs…I don’t know what I’m saying, but I hope you can forgive me for that. For losing control, for only knowing how to deal with things through hate, for it ending so badly. I’m sorry for all the bad things we did, (I mean that more than just sex). I guess that’s all I have to say.

And though I am completely staggering through this world and tripping, I get back up. Everyone trips, because apparently I have clubbed feet. What I mean, I have emotional problems, that I just have to learn to deal with and stop getting angry at myself. I have to learn to walk with broken legs and be happy with that.

Falling down can change a man. I think he gets stronger, I think his heart grows three times bigger. Maybe the problem is it’s just so easy to crawl. Why try, then, when you don’t have to. You are what you do.

(That’s the truth.)