The fact is, even though it’s been almost 3 months, i am just as fucked up as i was the day all this shit happened.
i can’t believe i lost you the day after i lost my collar. Eight years. Eight years i wore that thing and the day after i’m released, i lose you.
Seriously? The universe hates me.
i don’t have any more idea about what i’m doing than i did that day.
Time is just supposed to make everything right somehow, right?