I'm fucked. In so many ways. My imagination makes just about every cause of action impossible. It just draws up scenarios and just the the pain these scenarios cause is almost too much. And THIS scenario... It's not that far fetched. It is a very real possibility that what I fear might be real. And I don't think I can face that. Not when the mere possibility of it almost makes me fall in to a sobbing pile of used rags and wishes of a creation ceased.
And at the same time I can hardly think about anything else.
Summa summarum: if no one else pisses me in the face, you can be damn sure I'll do it myself. Golden showers FTW. It's almost funny.
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