So we meet again.
All is well until I’m greeted by my pal Insecurity. Casually entering the room and slapping me on the back, as if to say, “It’s been a long time buddy, nice to see you again.”. He doesn’t waste any time, shoving me to the ground with one hand and grabbing my jaw with the other. Pinned to the floor with his knee against my chest, cramming a cocktail of paranoia and insanity down my throat.
I can’t swallow this mix, else I’ll be intoxicated. Intoxicated and vulnerable. With all that swimming in my system, it will rip itself apart.
Starting with my innards and spreading quickly to my self-worth, wiping out all sensibility. Like end stage cancer with an extra shot of spunk.
