in florida

one little pill and i’m a better player. a better father, a better husband.

one pill and i’m wanted by my team again. one pill and it all goes back to how it used to be.

thinking.

i shouldn’t be thinking.

because then i start overthinking and fuckin working myself up and into a fit over nothing.

or maybe it’s not nothing. but that’s the anxiety talking.

if i had the ritalin i could be better. at everything. and i wouldn’t have to worry anymore.

what was supposed to be me isolating and dealing with my feelings that way turned into her holding me and me having a good long cry, which was. a shitton more comforting than the first option.

i made sure to let her know it wasn’t anything she had done, it was just one hell of a year and i really didn’t have any time to process things before today.

emotionally or mentally or physically. whatever.

it’s been a long, long.... fucking long year and i just need a hug and a long ass cry or something but i don’t know how to ask for that without feeling like a giant inconvenience or a burden or like i’m gonna stress her out if i ask

fuckin hell.

tremble little lion man, you'll never settle any of your scores

your grace is wasted in your face, your boldness stands alone among the wreck