Daisies sway in the breeze.
But I can't look at them.
There's too much blood. Too much grief.
I told myself no.
I told myself I shouldn't.
I told myself I couldn't.
I told him.
I did.
Why am I so stupid?
Why can't I listen to myself?
I'm smart. I am. I am. I am. I swear.
Then why did I let this happen?
Why did I do this?
I never should have done this.
I never should have gone through with it.
But I did.
I wanted too.
And now we're here.
And it's all confusing and crazy and catastrophic and claustrophobic and I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't.
Now we're here.
And there's no way forward.
Shit shit shit shit FUCK!
Now what do I do?
YOU ARE READING
Infinite. Indefinite.
Romance"That's an interesting story", she said. "That's the truth", he said. "Is it the whole truth?", she whispered. "It is indeed", he whispered, "for now". "It is fascinating", she leaned closer. "There is the sporadic moment whe...
