This face still haunts me 23 years later.
I wanted him to die.
Yes. Yes I do.
IT’S TRUE.
“And I don’t mean to.”
Can we just fast forward?
Always felt bad for him.
Please nobody talk or move or expect anything from me for a couple of weeks.
[insert picture of me reading the last pages of American Pastoral]
“Then I will help you.”
Say on. Say on.
Greater love hath no man than this.
“No following.”
Oh man. It’s going to be ok. I promise.
Archived Post
This post is archived from my account on li.st, a social media app that shut down in 2017. Some posts have been edited slightly to fix typographical errors and correctly represent the gender of some individuals. You can view the full archive here.