It’s just not that easy when it’s heavy. I might never pull my reputation from the meltdown, and Lord knows I’ll be embarrassed for a long time, but if you hear a hopeless scream, you’ll find the prison if you follow it.
I’m trying not to be bitter, but it’s hard. There’s been a lot of “quit killing the mood” talk going on lately and I get it, but saying that kinda means you don’t get it, doesn’t it?
Yes, the drowning man almost killed you. Why not call the lifeguard instead of talking about how bad it hurt? I’m in no place to speak, but so is nobody else.
I’m just working my way through anyway. Won’t quit, even when the death dice are rolling. Gandalf wasn’t as honest as Frodo, no matter what he knew.