Whatever I Picked Would Be Wrong

Today's weather is scattered and irritable with slight chances of dark showers.

I don't want to be here today. Today I want to be out in the parking lots propped against the metal beams of the aluminum shades with my pen cut open and my words dripping out onto the paper. It feels like a sharing day.

I was afraid of this song for so long. It was horribly close what I was doing at that time. You played it once while you drove. I remember feeling you were leveling it at my chest like a gun. It wasn't a sharing thing. It was a Look What You're Doing thing.

I liked the tune by hated the song. Listening to it now has me revisiting my most painful behavior and I should be writing it all down. But I'm e-mailing agreement requests instead. Today my stomach muscles won't relax.

I want to ease your mind, so don't take anything I write here to heart. Its my tissue; better out than in.

- TheDave