When I was in my destructive relationship with the Evil Ex I dreamed of something like this.
I think what I really wanted was for him to get the pain and distress some of his actions caused me.
In hindsight I realise he simply did not care.
So it would have been worthless.
Yes I would sometimes like to impart my understanding of a situation without the need for words.
But words are my passion. How could I give up my pleasure at a poem or haiku just to be able to present raw data and emotions to someone who will only disregard them due to their own life experience.
What I do want (right now, due to personal circumstances) is a medical tricorder and one of those vaginal-douche-looking implements to shoot me in the neck and cure what ails me with no more guessing. Or Dr House.
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