she said i should go get some counseling. i dont want to. then she said something that shattered the wall. she said that how was i supposed to develope trust if both genders have harmed me.

my trust is extreme. i let people know exactly how afflicted i am, believing they'll be careful with me. for those that i dont share my worries, i cut them off as soon as they get too close.

either way, no one is close. i see the world from a tower. my prison. i hover.

doesnt make sense. so warped.