Connor
Can't be any worse than what I'm seeing here in Lawrence. You know my fictional work, so let me put it to you this way: you know how I only had the one really clear vision (of the pile up) but the rest were all fuzzy? The past week, it's been like the fuzzy ones...all at one time. It's like the Death channel, all day, every day in my head and when it's really bad, I can feel it. There's too many people here; too much Death in one place. I need a break.
There's this guy that says he can do mental blocks. I think he might be able to help me. But until then...I have to leave.
So you don't hate me anymore, that's good. Yeah, I didn't even like public transportation before my life went to shit, so...