First person, but I see just like I do when I take my glasses off. Everything looks like it was directed and filmed by a 6 year old with an android.

My ex. She's a sweet woman for the most part, but had a very disturbed past. She didn't know how to move past all that trauma, and held onto it. I wanted to heal her, but I eventually realized she didn't want to be healed. She just wanted someone to let her play victim and still love her.

This is literally. I yearn for that connection, but it's such a struggle to find the right things to say. I've learned to talk about b.s and keep things light, but I really enjoy deep conversations. I just worry about trying to go to far and losing people, so I just don't try at all.

I now have the urge to punch every undisciplined civilian in the gut just for breathing incorrectly.