To be human is also to experience a sickness that I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
It is a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that spreads throughout my body, , , and it comes from one place.
The fact that I am letting my love down. . . the fact that I can’t break free of this tendency to ‘hesitate’ and one day I am going to wake up and it will be too late.

There is also the other issue. . . an issue that I don’t wish to articulate due to the inherent emotional manipulation involved. . .

time is ticking. . . I am annoying.