My life has a habit of slowly building itself backup, little by little, but finally when I actually believe things may have changed, everything gets knocked down, with an uncanny resemblance to Jenga. One piece gets pulled out of my life and I am worse off than when I started. It is extremely hard for me to trust anyone anymore. I give somebody my trust, just for them to prove it to me that I never should have. All I end up feeling is and empty. Whether it is my Mom passing, my sister running away, or my formal date ditching me, it all hurts the same. I will see if I can diagram this for you.
______________________I start here….
_________just to get knocked down here.
_____________then i build myself up to here…
_____with a result of worse than before.
_______And I somehow manage to muster some courage
_just to have it all deflated.
Does that make any sense? I don’t know. That is the best I can do for now.
We all have pain trapped within us, and it will always remain there, unless we do something about it. The thing is, most of the time, the pain is so ferocious that we can’t even think straight to comprehend what is going on, much less create a battle plan. Pain is like time; inevitable, always around, but makes an impact at the worst possible time.
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Porcelain Prose 
Who was your formal date?
I’d rather not mention his name, for his sake.