2016-02-11 8:14 p.m. my sister called as your brother sidled up to the winedrunk suburbanites the next table over. he was talking about you somehow. and she was talking about how she had taken him back. the one who had done the big bad thing. like, really bad. like, we fucking hate him. she should fucking hate him. like i should hate you. and she was talking about happiness. and forgiveness. and and i was crying because i feel so terribly sad that this should be her fate. that she should be forever (and so insidiously) chained to her punisher. and i was crying because i am so afraid that this is my fate too. that i will love you in spite of myself that i will love you instead of myself and that i will mean it (and so disappear to my self once and for all)