I went back.
Promised myself I wouldn't run again if I did and y'know it's been okay so far. yeah kres thats what a day Can't bring myself to say it out loud, like somehow that makes what I wrote real or whatever but
think the fact that I came back at all says it loud and clear doesn't it
Might not've if I hadn't been drunk. Guess Brewfest is to thank for that. Mom is too. She didn't get to say much before I jumped out the window but one of the things she did stuck. Is still sticking.
what are you afraid of?
The answer is a lot of shit. Like maybe it's the magic still fucking with my head that's making me want to stay. That's the biggest one. Maybe it doesn't matter, though. Maybe it's real enough. And then I got to thinking about the other things that keep making me run and
None of it's Nor's fault. The jackass has never done a damned thing.
So I guess I'm staying. Don't know if it'll last but hell.
Think of it as the heart's version of punching a shark. There might be teeth in the end but that doesn't mean it isn't worth doing.