Ratas, ratones y rateros

I'd be more willing to work on my compulsions if your words weren't so harsh. The terror is creeping up on me. Rejection's gonna be easy cuz I never expected a damn thing to begin with. Head games are gonna get heady. When you call -- if you call -- everything will be past me. Any feelings that might prevent growth will pass through me without rustling leaves. My head works quick and often not so well but I want to create with you. I wish I could be this tough in your presence. If you wanna call this tough to begin with. Emptying my words into this vacuum under the guise of bettering my typing and skipping on my therapist's bill. I will assist myself with shenanigans tonight because I do not want to wake up tomorrow. I do not want to wake up on Monday either, but chances are I will.