[I don't mind]

I have been considering telling you everything. But where would the mystique be?
maybe I should stick with what doesn't give you a thing because this doesn't, none of this does. I could go on all day about how this rash on my foot, my left foot, is finally gone- after 6 years it just left for no reason and it fills me with this hollow happiness.
Although there isn't much mystique. I can recognize that. You get the sadness and the every day in between. It isn't much.
Maybe I am already saying everything. But I don't mean to. I'm just, I'm stuck in this place and I couldn't tell you for the life of me what it is.