. Seven. By Ross e f Lombardi . 60 seconds in "I don't really want to talk." "I'm ok" "I don't want to talk about it" "Honestly" (I am not ok) . Two moments on "I'll just cover the basics." "But not burden you." "As I don't matter." "I never did matter... ...I never could matter.... ... and matter, I never will." . Three and uncorking. "This!" "THIS!" And "This!" I'm Spewing Words "That!" "THAT!" And "that!" For I am 'This' needy, attention greedy, over-bearing, over-sharing twat. . Halfway between heaven and hell now and still falling. Self-hate speech calling. Tearless crying. Dried eyed yet bawling. . Five up. Ok I'm breathing calmer now. I feel embarrassed. But you comfort me with constant "oks, "it's fine" ...and despite myself I feel 'valued'. I hate myself A bit less now. Thanks...