Slipping inside of me when I’m not looking- that is what the evil bipolar Anti-kiko does. Making me think you can’t help me, making me believe that you don’t care…that you never did.
Why is love so painful, why do I long for friendship only to cut the cord so violently when it is found?
Fear of losing her again. Losing me. The Anti-kiko knows, she uses. I am not yet relieved/ not prepared for repentance.
Look-I am in here. You just can’t see me:-)