I'm approaching forty, and still don't have a fucking clue how to cherish people enough to keep them from abandoning me. Entire relationships, years at a time, starved out into desert and disaffection. And then the subsequent, cloying, throat-coating terror that comes afterward-- it's always swallowed down like a powdery, bitter pill. And it only takes mere days to all transmute inside my head from sad situation, into petty powerstruggle.

God damn it.

4:35 p.m. - 2017-10-09