t- t- t- take a nap, sweatheart. peach fuzz, small glass cups that annoy you because you need more than that.  kittens fighting, like something out of the matrix  - but you know they’re not smart enough to attack like that.  paper thin walls, some kind of bullshit. you don’t write to be heard, you write to understand - get things out before they get crazy. figure out the answer, see it on the screen, even though you’ve known all a long. but you still won’t do anything about it, you’re a wishful thinker who let’s her hopes get up higher than anyone should ever let them.  stop romanticizing everything, and slap yourself with some reality. do you want me to tell you something really subversive? the root of the problem is the one you’re always too embarrassed, or afraid, to admit. that’s why the problem stays.  find something else to distract you, convince yourself and everyone around you that this battle you’re fighting will end and everything will resolved — you just need to take a couple steps and then ——— .