Throwback

Will someone please punch me in the face?

I am begging anyone to punch some sense into me, because I have none. I ruin everything because I think too much, or maybe not enough, or just the perfect amount to smash to bits anything I am trying to keep balanced, fragile as it is.

It was a secret, she said.

There's another bubble burst, I replied.

Code accepted.

Self destruct sequence initiated.