(see what else your old heart can take.)
Freakin out a little. Just noticed that the thing I’ve been trying to hide is plainly visible to the naked eye*. No more avoidance or self-destructive behaviour. No one has ever gotten ahead with self-destructive behaviour. I’m not quite ready to give up all vices, just the most terrible ones.
*Literally, and probably metaphorically, but I won’t think about that too much.
Title credit: Seven Year Ache, Wilco covering a Rosanne Cash song