"Ever loved a woman who made you feel tall?"

I don't know... Fucked up situation once again. To a large extent my fault. True.

God, this is scary. I am trying to be civilized and understanding and tolerant and not let my little beasts and demons run amok, but somehow the old fiends finds a way out.

This isn't just a practical matter. Actually, the practical side is the smallest part of this. Now I can't even pretend for a second that I have a place where I belong. That is mine. At least that is what it feels like. And sure, it is a situation that is of my own making to a large extent. But there are things that you expect to be coming and things that you don't expect. Silly of me. I guess "proactive" is a word that I should add to my vocabulary (and my acting).

No. Time for peace. I don't have the energy left to hate, to be angry, to be petty. I just want to be. I hope it can be that easy. It hasn't been this far.

Time to go to work.