I'm sure you'll all be pleased to know my life is a mess right now.
I've been directionless before but this is the first time I feel at the complete mercy of external forces. I've lost my center so instead of sailing with whatever wind takes my fancy, I'm just fucking drowning.
In giving in to my escapist tendencies when I decided to take your hand, I managed to let go of everything else I had been holding on to and have to contend with days of floating, floundering...
It's time for a drastic change, a drastic, drastic, painful transformation.
Turning from normal to bitter to sad Hope was the last thing I ever had Safe in the knowledge that everyone in here might die within three years from now
Being with me is like playing a neverending game of catch. I remember this happening before and now I'm far too cautious for it to be any sort of excuse.
Oh god, I've turned into a cliché, a parody of myself.