My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud. - Henry Rollins

It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding you head.

Sometimes a friend isn’t a friend. Sometimes a friend is a bad thing waiting to happen. You need to get some time to yourself. When you feel the need to bolt — bolt. Most of this shit you work out on your own anyway. You know what I’m talking about.

Don't push me
I've got a corner at my back
I've nowhere to go except over you.