hot water.

maybe i like it, doc.
maybe i like tearing myself down.

i wish my head was softer so that when i pushed my fists against both sides it would pop like a grape, or a zit, or a balloon.
that's how i feel right now,
somewhere between a grape, a zit, and a balloon.

i have such a hard time letting go of some things.
curiosity kills me.
i need to measure and i hate it...