This is an excerpt from my journal. Words run in circles as blood boils. Dancing around my defensive decoy. It's an example of how I can never let things go. I can never let things go. That's not the way it was supposed to be. I tried to see their thought. My eyes can open shut. It's obvious now how the pattern repeats. I need to fight my impulse. Keep sight of what might help us. If it takes a man to admit he's wrong. Then I am ready to take that step. To take a risk and not look back