1: I fucked it up again.
2: What did you do this time
1: I think I over-shared.
1: Because I wasn't getting a reply.
2: How do you know that you're the reason you weren't getting reply?
1: I don't. That's what's eating at me.
2: Do you know what your problem is.
1: That I spend too much time in my own head.
2: It's more than that.
1: So what is it?
2: It's that you forget no one else does.
1: How do you mean?
2: Take this most recent fuck up, what happened?
1: Well I met someone. We agreed to do a project together. But I spent way too much time obsessing on that project. Which in turn, meant I sent way too many emails discussing it. Which in turn, I'm pretty sure scared her off.
2: Did you just send her emails about the project?
2: Do you think that might have been where you fucked up?
1: Maybe, Hell I don't know what to think.
2: What do you think you over-shared?
1: Just bits and pieces about me and my day.
2: If you could do it all over again, what would you do differently?
1: Establish time frames, and work on other things as well.
2: Do you think that's possible?
1: Yes, but I honestly don't know if I'm reading this whole thing wrong.
2: How's that?
1: It could be she's just been busy, or doesn't check that email address that often, and since I spend too much time in self doubt I keep sending emails to an empty house that she'll only check once in a while.
2: And when she does she'll find way too much there, and it'll freak her out.
1: There is always the other possibility.
2: What's that?
1: That she'll get it. That she's just as obsessive in some other aspect of her life and she'll get it.
2: Wow, I'm glad I'm not you.
1: Why is that?
2: Because you seem to have the type of hope that can cripple someone.
1: The last time this happened, the girl knew what to do.
2: What was that?
1: She just told me 'fuck off'.
2: And that worked?
1: It hurt, it sucked, but yeah it worked.
2: So I guess the upside you're not dangerously delusional.
1: Nope, just obsessive and filled with self doubt.
2: Hey who isn't?
1: Most people.
2: Good to know you're self aware enough to understand that.
They treated her like garbage so she threw herself away.
*Warning: This is a true story and may be too heavy for some. As a writer, I find no need to hide the things in my head or my life*
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I see no stars ahead
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is here within my bed
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