So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?
Right.
What have you done in your life that makes you so god damn proud?
Don’t talk like that Derek. You are just tired, you had a long day.
You think I don’t get it? You think I don’t know Sam.. you think I don’t know that endless sadness?
That quiet beating of the self we are all so loyal to? The one that’s so embedded in our thoughts it literally becomes apart of who we are? I too am habituated to that pain! I know that quiet panicky feeling, that desperate, frightening aching emptiness - that gaping hole in the pit of your lung you hear every time you breathe in, so vast you feel as if it could kill you…. all happening while you’re laughing.
Well what do you want me to say Derek? What the hell do you want me to say?
Say you did it! Say you fucking did it!
No, it will not change your instinctive belief on being wronged by fate; at odds with circumstance.
Fuck you Sam!
Do you know who Theodore Roethke is? I think you’d appreciate the disparity in his work. Your cry for nobility sickens me.
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