Sir, and y'all,
It's Monday and I'm moody. Excuse the lack of enthusiasm in this one letter.
Where's the off switch? How the fuck do I stop from doing that thing?
It never brings any good, it cannot. It never brings peace of mind, only utter chaos. It serves no purpose, except maybe a form of self-torture. Why do I do this to myself?
And this time I guess I figured it'd be even funnier to add spice to it. Like I levelled up from last time. Just broadened the field of impossibilities. Genius!
Learning from last time's salvation trigger, I decided to go this time for one who already progressed past that point. Crossed the line, but not by a mile, no, by like a full marathon. Ensuring there will be no salvation trigger this time. Fucking genius!
Let me know if you're trying to organize a mental escape game, I'm the final boss, I design inescapable levels. Evil!
If you overheard that Scorpios are destructive and mean, let me tell you this one thing: it's mostly self-destruction, and we're mostly mean to our own selves. Fucking evil!
Ensuring my broken heart stays broken. There will be no mending in this lifetime. Hope to catch my breath in the next.
Yours, mine, nothing.