it's strange. isn't it. how you can have nothing. no present. no future. and still feel inclined to live.
maybe i'd be handling it worse. if i'd ever been happy.
stubborn as hell youll get through this bug
stubborn. yes. that's apt. i'm more a wall. than a sword. nowhere to go really. as a wall. but i appreciate the thought.
a sturdy doorframe to stand under in an earthquake not everyone that makes it through needs to be a weapon
no. i guess not. hard to imagine myself. anywhere else. but not impossible, i guess.
i was the boundary between a life draining horror and the rest of reality for a handful of years i understand how bleak fate can look
you survived it well.