I tell ya

It's not enough. I can't get enough. What is enough?
Enough is when I've pushed it to the point where I feel like the meanest, silliest, pettiest little girl.

Why do I try to push it to that point when I know the outcome makes me look like the fool?

I am a fool. Should have stuck to the rivers and the lakes and I'm going back to my plow.

I need to stop doing what I'm doing, rein in the craziness and bring back the mystery. Don't give it all up.

Idle fucking hands.