Oct 18, 2024
you didn’t listen, and now look at you
Anonymously tell my muse what the fuck is wrong with them.
that-- . . .
could you do it? tell them they're wrong, tell them you're fine.
"... i did what i felt i had to." of course that's what he tells himself, what he believes. regardless of what he was told his heart sang a different tune; one that pulled him along. his own path, so to speak. even if the outcome was darker than imagined... he was still here, in the end, right?
he still managed.... something. right?
... right ...?
