Dead Bedroom

On the nose?  A bit.

All the wired men say that communication is key and expectations are divine, but all I have are “I think” and “maybe” and the certainty that I fear failure and I hate the person in the mirror.  There’s also the nagging sensation that I am just a mass that needs to be cut loose.  A benign tumor that has stopped being cute, supportive, or whatever it is they say about it.

Yes, on the nose.  Let’s not.

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