PRIVATE.
Pushing other things in front of it doesn’t help. It creeps forward. It won’t stay down. And it makes me question everything. I made the wrong decision. I know that now. Maybe you didn’t. Or maybe you did and it doesn’t matter to you, but it does to me. I made a stupid choice and what did I get? Some manic Midgardian limbo. And I don’t know what to do with that.
Nothing I can’t hide with a glamour. No, thank you. I’m fine.