inching ever closer to that promise I made to myself
I’m worried my will won’t be enough to change who I have become
I hate it. I hate him. I have hated him. he is awful, and why do people put up with it?
their patience can’t have grown thinner than mine has.
can 42 change anything?
do I want to be invisible, or do I want to be present?
both states are not possible
what part is genetics, and what part is learned?
I’m suddenly so tired
again.
always.