Criminal consultant Andrew
Hear me out! Cocky Andrew who has A Lot of intel of the criminal world and is brought into the fbi for consulting meets Neil ‘totally not the son of a mob boss’ Josten and is like ‘hmm. Looks familiar.’
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Criminal consultant Andrew
Hear me out! Cocky Andrew who has A Lot of intel of the criminal world and is brought into the fbi for consulting meets Neil ‘totally not the son of a mob boss’ Josten and is like ‘hmm. Looks familiar.’
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chasing words on paper fleeting streets round the bend all out of sorts, and unread meaning out of my head -flown -just borrowing time from days on loan spending with no one these faint and final undertones tear the subtlety in two irreconcilable verses littering the narrative
Waking up with your head hurting won't distract you from your heart aching.
I often visit the past, but I try to remember I don’t belong there.
I spent so much of my time stressed out and rushing today, with nothing to show for it.
You hurt me because I hurt you without knowing. You asked about my past relations and the only thing I could think of was that they were intense. No one just out right says they were toxic, or unhealthy. Who likes to mention that they’re are times when you’re touched you get sick. I said intense and that doesn’t mean you’re lacking anything. If anything I appreciate that there’s no pressure or expectation anymore. It really hurt when you began calling me names out of spite. That you could so easily say those things. Then laugh and say you were joking once I tried to explain, or maybe it was when my touch began to burn.
I can’t recall the last time I had a nightmare, but God did this one feel real. I thought I was past certain events... over it, or perhaps some of those things didn’t happen and I imagined it. However, everything came back in waves. Like a hurricane that came out of no where and tore everything apart in it’s wake. It’s an interesting thought that the body can remember trauma long after it has happened. Who could guess that something I’ve tried to water down, or pretend didn’t happen could still be haunting me to such a degree. That suddenly I could become so disgusted and close into myself on the turn of a dime. I hate the way I react. I also hate that someone that didn’t cause that pain and suffering has to deal with the aftermath of a mess I’ve become.
Interesting that Nic described exactly how I'd been feeling the past two weeks. Numb, spacing out at work, overwhelmed and stressed. Yet they have a family, two kids, full time career, and are pushing through it... It's truly amazing. They are an example I needed. It goes to show you don't really know what others are going through until you ask.