Hurt factors blow up

I also believe when certain hurt factored are in your mental state other simple conversations or thoughts become estranged and blow up in meanings when they are nothing more than weather talk.

This morning I mentioned _______ which is extremely upsetting to you. I want you to move on and I don't see it as that big deal. But none the less it's a big deal to you and needs to be recognized and not taken lightly or spoken of in a passing comment.

Waiting ... is your guilt of something. It's not that simple to say its something you can't change because if it was just that it would be fact and you would feel no hurt or sadness. It would be on the same level as I'm a boy and I can't change that. Done. But because you are needing understanding after making emotional statements of I can't change tells me it's something else. I think in fact, that I have accepted it more as fact than you have. I say, that's how you are, don't feel bad about it (do you feel bad about being a guy? No because it's simple fact).

Do why is this whole ... taboccle such a big deal?

Lastly I should not mention _______ at all. It's a hurt factor. I guess now to both of us on a very heavy level. The repercussions always end up in a fight. I don't think us fighting against each other although that's how it looks, but us just fighting.

I often see you looking on the mirror. You can't see yourself can you?

I see function. Form follows function.

I also see before _______ you do hold emotions that are stacked. And my mindless ramblings are my way to dissolve my _______ anxiety.

I suggest on _______ we should not be around each other until _______ and later talk time. In between we need to be apart to deal with our anxieties in our own ways. Together we are gasoline and one minor action from either of us sparks the explosion.
I'm not going through this morning ever again. If you have another idea...

But this mornings fight was harder on me than any of the _______. The feeling it left in me is poison. The poison still manifests inside of me like a tumor on its own agenda: growing no matter how I'm mentally trying to calm it down. I can dismiss it or let it go. But there is nothing more to say or resolve. It just needs to be avoided.

These things are eating my intimacy.

Actually I think more I'm following function follows form. I see function and see the form change to meet the function. That's how I see you too...

Oh brother. This is behind us as you would say isn't it?