That was the whole plan. That is how I decided to end the pain. Alone.
Sometimes I have an appetite for fixing people.
The future remains an unprinted page whereupon there are no answers.
The signs are clear: combativeness, difficulty dealing with difficult people, the color red seems unusually intense, and a slight shaking that no one can see but I can sense.
What could they have said to a raging bullshit artist?