It's something like a whole week since I literally died. I know not why I can't blank out the picture and I'm listening to Soulbone. It's just way too much to handle, even for myself. "How were you when your life fell apart?" A mess. "Exactly what I am right now," But you know what, it does get better. (ripped off somewhere I can't remember)
& right now I can only wish for that. I don't know if I'm stupid to have given up that easily. I don't know if I'm stupid not to stand up for my own sake. I don't know if I'm fucking stupid to my core for letting it slip away. Maybe if you were me, you'd personally hand yourself over to Woodbridge. But as crazy, fatuous & radical as it may seem, Imma wait for her. For a while, I reckon.
