Bladder

Sun, 09/14/2014 - 14:58 -- Skoves
I was so stupid. 
I am but a child. 
I am a master at drilling screws into delicate places
severing wood at its weakest points.
Turning blossoming friendships into scrap wood
Hitting the restart button.
Scrapping it all again.
Buying new wood.
Wasting time.
Money
Energy
Emotions
Have I learned? 
From the fuck ups of my present? 
I think not, 
For if you pee on someone's shoes it will make them take a quick jump back and question if you are someone they wish to be around.
I wish I held my bladder better. 

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