Sep 16, 2009 02:25
So here I am watching Dexter. All I can think about is how I failed as a saviour. I could have been the one to save the Broken. Why am I obsessed with protecting and healing people who don't want me? I know that there's one person I love who loves me back. She doesn't need me to save her. I don't know what that means to me. Maybe it would be nice for someone to save me too. Am I even worth saving? Rather, do I need saving, or is it all in my mind?
I remember when I was Peter Pan. That might have been easier.
hero complex,
dexter