Swear words.

When I say I don’t have the emotional capacity to be with you, that I have a goddamn hole in my heart, that I feel like blowing my brains out all the time, I’m not joking. Not then, not now. And, I really honestly sincerely don’t wna hear about your problems.

Or, how I try so hard to maintain the balance, to look forward, to keep the zen and everything together, but every time Im about to succeed, you come round and ruin everything. Don’t tell me you can drop everything or do anything for me, can’t you see the burden that’s already sitting here like a big bloody fat elephant in the goddamn room?