We need to break up.
There, I said it. Its a thought that truth be told has been playing on my mind a lot lately.
You're ok in small doses. Infact, I get why you arrive. Sometimes its to alert me and keep me safe. And I understand you're trying to be a helpful guardian. But actually, more then often, you have a way with words that escalates the situation. One worry followed by another. A loop of anxious thoughts.
I've even tried to lighten the mood when you're having one of your tantrums but to no avail. You're intent on staying dark and serious. I'm almost wondering whether you'll mix it up a little. Throw in a moment of balance rather then the usual catastrophic thoughts. But, you're like one shade of vanilla.
I'm not saying we can't be friends. Yes, lets be. I like you in bitesize chunks. No offence. Its just the body and the mind doesn't function so well with you around too long.
Maybe we can share a coke some time. We could schedule it in for times you come into your element. Like when I'm about to set onto the stage. You help me project my voice.
Just, you can't stay too long. Pinky swear? You're looking a bit sheepish. Is that a snigger? I hope you understand that its all for the best.