an Abstract
“ People like you are the reason people like me need medication ”

In and out. Back and forth. Good and bad. Why do things always come in pairs? There's all ways another choice, another path to take. But when things are good you don't really mind the bad that inevitably comes with it. But when things are bad and I mean really bad, the good things are only there to highlight just how shitty your life has gotten. Like the glossy shine on blood letting you know that it's freshly spilled. But what happens when you can't take it? When you realize that if you sit still for one more minute, juts letting things be the worst they can, you'll do something crazed, or worse? Easy. You move. You change. You fix. But you can't fix what's not broken, or in most cases, you can't fined or figure out. So you try to keep it together. You keep stitching the rips and patching the holes. To hide what's bad, broken and tarnished about yourself, but you do it too well. Everyone thinks you're great. That your greater than great. That you can help them. And now you don't just hide your shit, you're hiding other peoples too. When that gets to heavy, you finally ask for help. But it's to late. People thing you're joking, craving attention, not serious, when all you wanted was for things not to be shit any more.
What was that thing... with the camel? I'm sure it'll come back to me.

~burr