Convictions

I want to respond. I do. I want to answer. To the point where I’m considering tying up my wrists so they can’t hold my phone.

But listen:

I’m shit at my convictions, always have been. Every time I’ve ever given into them since I was old enough to have any, it’s always been like putting a bandaid over a bullet hole and denying that I’ve been shot. That Rae needs instant gratification. Immediate relief. All this tension and silence is making her insane.

There can be no listening to that impatient bitch. She wants the pain to stop. She just wants to run away and not deal with it. She doesn’t want to hurt you, but she will. Don’t listen to her.

It won’t change anything. The bullet hole will still be there. There will be internal damage. And she will bleed all over you.

now if you excuse me I have to go skulk around Hot Topic.