I have been thinking a lot. Everything seems convex... I don't know why that makes so much sense to me as reading it it seems abstract, but it does.

I will probably have a choice of whether or not to talk to my cousin. My mother I'm sure will want me to talk to him, as she has already basically told him I would. But I don't know. Would it help me? I suppose in the longrun. But I just don't know.

Random poem I wrote a long time ago that currently expresses my thoughts:
(TOO YOUNG)
I was too young to remember
that dark day in heaven
when the clouds of dandylion floss
wept their first tear of spring
and a little girl with brown eyes
fell through a hold and down
to Hell
I was too young to remember
but I'll never forget
how hot that fire burned
when the rain stopped.

I wasn't too young to remember.
I was just too young.

The "rain" is abuse, yeah, so it's basically about my hazy years of sexual abuse. And how everyone who was ever sexually abused was too young.