I think I might have to break a promise.
All I am. And I think all I ever will be until he gives me a chance is completely, forever, shrouded in a sea of doubt. Still. Who said I was leaving.
What if he wants me to go?
I didn't ask. Every time I clear my pile of doubts, another sprouts and it doubles.
Am I scared or are they intuitions? Does he even...? Bother? I feel like I am moulding. Patience. Then sprouts the question: Does he want me to go?
I promised to wait until I graduated. I think Ziq just opened a new torture chamber for his friend.
...
If you saw me now I just tore my skin off exposing my flesh, plucked my entire head of hair and making me an American Bald Eagle. For the most part, I too ripped my nails out. I was looking for answers. I clearly am not finding any...
I'll ask.