I keep breaking things and thinking nothing of it. Keep kicking at the rot and decay instead of actually cleaning it up. Keep setting fire to people and places who haven't really changed at all - they've just grown and with growing up comes more responsibility and less time.
I'm so mad you can't find a moment to actually talk to me. But I have no right. And in some ways, neither do you.
-Sincerely,
BlueJay
P.S. I broke my toe earlier this week. Isn't that funny?
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