Don't be afraid. I'm more likely to break your jaw than your heart.
BYOB
After picking up all the fallen, spoiled fruit I can’t believe I’m hanging up my hopes again. To ripen? Probably rot. And I’ll get drunk on the fermented remains. Repeat cycle. Join metaphorical AA: a support group of one. Try to do better. I’ll stumble on my way up the twelve steps and reduce my pace to a crawl. But I will find my way up, I always do.
Establishing the highs are necessary to accentuate the lows.
