Recent quote: “You know I’m much the same when left alone – all blood and booze and nothing to lose.”
I hate winter. I hate what it brings to the surface. I hate the havoc I wreak because of the ice that seeps into my veins.
I wish I were a bear. I could hibernate and sleep, unable to inflict any harm or sadness, until the cool water evaporated from my bloodstream, until I, like the sun, could shine again.
Don’t worry so, sweet boy; you don’t need to bother. I don’t need to be.
Day Eighty-Seven: Bother – Stone Sour