i am picking up the pieces right now, remnants of the mental tantrum of days past. i need to throw things out. there's no point in keeping memories of times i never had the right to keep in the first place.
i feel so stupid right now, far more overwhelming than the feeling of being broken.
i am left with nothing, i realized, and my world feels like the rug got snatched under my feet. what's weird about it all is that i already knew it was going to be happen and yet, could not prepare for it.
i can't say the pleasure is all mine in response to your dutiful gratitude for i don't feel anything right now to be honest. i do hope that i will and will genuinely wish you the best when the time comes and all is right.
for now however, pardon me for keeping my wishes. i think i have given you more than enough.
the Lord is kind. even if it means beating the hell out of you for being foolish and stubborn.