Truthful words. Well wishes.

I had a lot of thoughts when I got home from work. I had a lot of words and phrases. I had bits of communication that I wanted to impart. 

I wrote Kristin an email. It was up in the air whether I wanted her to visit me again. I don't relish torture, so this was a tough decision. I can see the girl that I desperately want to see, but it might feel better if I just stick my dick in a garbage disposal. Or do acid and jump off a fucking roof. 

It was tempting, but I decided it might be better not to see her: a little bit of space; a lot less pain. Instead of being rude, I just constructed the email. Truthful words. Well wishes.