What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?

How admirable; the emotions that flood your brain.
This never used to happen.
You had a strange, yet unrivalled technique of hiding whatever you felt at the time within your hardened surface. You were composed.
Now how to deal with such complexities? Acting like a child won’t solve anything. Hell- it won’t even make you feel any better.
But it’s difficult for you to express what’s frustrating you.
You think this is the case for human beings with any sort of 'expression' disability. (More often than not the case for young adults who think they know it all)

You credit yourself for your talents in dramatizing any sort of issue that comes along your way. And it helps to disguise the underlying problem with this’s and thats’s.
FUCK YEAH CAMOUFLAGE!

Take it with a dash of salt!
Egocentrism runs in your blood. You boiled in the veins of a woman who thought nothing of wholehearted individuals. Instead she basked in malevolence. Perhaps she was tired of crying, or sick of his lies. Regardless, she corrupted you.
You have it in your blood. It’s where it comes from. It is your foundation.

But you’re happy now! So smile a little.
This is what happens when you succumb to complete isolation!
(You’re happy with its recognition. You have not identified yourself with such position. You are wholehearted- you are mostly wholehearted. Let us keep that in mind)

Beautiful beyond solace or solution

You're in the throws of a moral quandary!
Giving into surrounding evils.
Do you take what's ought to be yours? Stoop to a bad influence.
Or do you sacrifice what you've earned?
One of rich character wouldn't question such thoughts or actions. The latter choice would be obvious.
It's exhausting; your inner sense of what's right and what's wrong.
There's a wickedness in you.
But you know it'll come back and you're too afraid to see how and in what ways.
So you'll do what's right. You will be genuine and you will live a life of integrity!
You'll feel better this way.

Oh!
Destroy what destroys you.

The Stress of Leisure

Where are you now?

Dancing about an empty clothing store; drinking warm beverages, wearing lace! 

But last Thursday you were listening to the sound of robots making love. Your hands were tied, yes- but you knew him.

That being said, it only alluded to your love for him that morning.

So it will stay- only a mornings love.

Because you know he'll never call and you can't stand to kill time.

How could you? You're no murderer!

These are merely thoughts. They emanate from concrete realities. You promise.

Oh, your brain loves this, you know!

It's only stirring in you the desire to explore all corners of loneliness.

How far away from love can it take you?

Ah, perhaps Europe?!

So now we wait.

You will either travel the globe in search of yourself (round two) or you will make something of yourself (at least attempt to)

(Movember is your favorite month; cute mustached men and swooning!)