Sep 25, 2014 13:17
It's a rainy midday and Matthew sits in his car in an empty parking lot, reading old journal entries on his phone.
"I was such a petulant, entitled shit," he says.
"Mmm," says Counterpoint, "You've gotten a little better."
The past is a numb limb, attached but alien and remote. Matthew prods it and feels nothing. He considers amputation.
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Two posts is a trend! Welcome back.
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Hang in there! (And other meaningless exclamations of encouragement!) I think we're both pretty cool, so things are supposed to work out for us in the end.
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I missed you! I hope things are going well! Say hi to Nick for me!
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