It is with great pleasure that I announce the arrival of official stress relief and the avoidance of the previously mentioned imminent mental detonation. First hand evidence from just minute ago tells me that I really did do a lot of damage and I hope love can fix it in time cuz that’s pretty much all I have to offer as I will need to trust it. We have seen the results of my horribly miswired synapses, so, yeah.
Maybe I should still be afraid, a bit, that it’s just politeness; and I will keep the pilot light on, whilst praying that it is really, truly real.
My God that would be so intense. You can’t imagine how much I want what was lost… by my own actions. I am not sure even at what level of bone headed stupidity I was at in going about things that way. Good grief. Good gracious, Ignatius.