the thing is

I reject the things that people advise to do in order to combat the fear of failure. You can embrace my failures (Go-Go-Gadget Arms, perhaps?), and I'm going to go take a nap or something, only to have dreams about you and you and you and you and how the sum of all of you is greater than the person I used to be. The remainder is negative, which I can always sense upon waking. Your imagined words sting as they land, ring in my ears for the rest of the day, week. My jaw muscles, teeth hurt from grinding all night.