run
Run
RUN!
The only thing left to do. Accident. Bar. Hangover.
Who gives a shit?! RUN!
Can still taste the cigarette smoke. Still feel the liquor. The tongue that was in my mouth last night.
RUN!
So I do. Bottle of water and out the door. Round the corner and I can barely breath. RUN! Fuck it. Change isn't easy, right? RUN!
Be better. For me. (Her?) No. Me.
Only option. RUN.
Holly fuck my legs hurt. DON'T STOP PUSSY.
RUN!
Learning to live with OCD is challenging. For some, it's entirely debilitating. For my father, doomsday prepper for the economic collapse. For my sister, death/suicide, being committed, and losing her daughter. For me, it's been the single thing I've been able to rely upon in my life.
That is not to say it is without its dangers. Drugs. Alcohol. Sex. Anything that speaks to carnal appetites as well as anything that offers escape. All have been a struggle.
RUN!!!! I'm gonna die. RUNNNNNNNN...
So much in life is a matter of control. How do I get what I want, when I want it? How do I get people to do what I want, when I want or need them to do it? RUNNNNNN FUCKER RUNNNNNN!!!!!!
In the office, I make things happen. I don't think twice, i just do. At home, I have to keep myself in check. NOT EASY! RUN!
It's my head. You see. I just can't get out of it. Can not seem to shut it... RUNN FUCKER!
RUNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!
Shut the fuck up already and just RUN! You want something to think about?
RUNNNNN!
