So no matter what I do, hooray for me because I’m a great guy? It’s all good? No matter how many dogs I kill, I just do an inventory and accept?
occupation: inappropriate friend who makes sexual jokes despite being a fucking virgin
The doctors looked at my legs and said, “Didn’t hurt? Didn’t it hurt so much when you were doing it that it burned to breathe?” At least it reminded me that I survived… but only just.
I can see light in you — there’s a light in all of us.