The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I need a voice of reason.
I’m desperately crying out for one right now.
Whoever chooses to be my voice of reason has to be able to tell me what the fuck I’m doing so wrong and what is the right thing for me to do for myself so I no longer feel like I’m drowning.
I’m drowning, and what is funny is just when I feel like I should find a final way to keep my head above water, so I no longer feel like I’m drowning; I keep making unreasonable mistakes so the water may pull me down.
As much as I want to see above water, I can’t, or something bigger than me won’t allow seeing above water.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis