"do it on purpose"
So Wednesday after work, I found myself in an all too firmilar situation. When I got home, the only one who knew was the dog. Sniffing my legs and arms suspiciously. What have I done? This question bounces around in my head. What was I thinking? I don't think I even care that much anymore. Why should I? I do not see the importance the way I used to. It's just a boy... I am just a body.