is how easily the words flow out. not THAT quickly compared to some of you maybe but lightspeed for me. i’ve always felt depression is like a great fear of the known. everybody has it but to openly discuss it is counter-productive and only worsens it in others. so, i lock it in. if others get a leak, i’d patch it up and double-check the seals of mine. eventually i released a bit. it gushed out, Â then reduced to a steady flow. Â i regretted it after. so much regret. i slapped and dumped buckets of sealant so it would never happen again. but the pressure builds up elsewhere and bursts from those pipes.. nothing stays in forever and i wont allow it to escape. something has to give..
 i want to take this back. what am i saying. . my head hurts.