im cracked and weathered, im a stack of letters all returned to sender. all ive learned is better left to rot in a garbage heap. all ive got is hardly anything worth mentioning im my own worst enemy. this vacant heart, these replacement parts. the missing pieces. the transmission ceases. cables down, signals lost and severed. all hail doubt, withdrawn thoughts are never worth mentioning. im my own worst enemy. just a ball of stress trying to fit square pegs. marvel at the mess when it all caves in. my trust is spent, i just dont give a shit anymore.