Seventeen days, and he'll be right here. Seventeen days and the last six years will finally make sense. Through all the massacre and menace, I'll be damned if I ever watched him stray away from me even in the many times I had done it. I always came back home, but he never left it. Loyalty, respect, compassion and understanding are myths and wishes ( Read more... )

I think I kind of fucked up by being myself, and others being themselves too.

Ever felt that? It's mainly the former.

Guess I just don't like the taste of my medicine I prescribe.

I guess I can just say to them now;

I told you so.