"It's hard to think with a head full of rain."

I'm all geared up to go outside even though the heavens have just opened up and it's like buckets of water are falling. It hasn't rained this heavy for a very long time.

Maybe it'll wash me clean. Maybe it'll flood my brain so all the thoughts and feelings are flushed out, then- with dangerous morbid curiosity I can dig through the wreckage and pluck out these thoughts and feelings to pick them apart.

I want someone to walk with me, but I know it's just me.

It's just me. It's just me. It's just me.